When I was a little boy, I heard a story called Kingdom of Death. It was about a king who wanted to lead his mighty army to conquer the whole world. Somewhere far, they stumbled across a land that was very hostile, and the fog was so think that men couldn’t see their noses. They felt the sharp stones beneath them, but didn’t stop nonetheless. Somewhere in that darkness suddenly a voice would speak: “Whoever takes stones from this land, will regret, and who doesn’t take any, will also regret”. Some took the stones, while others didn’t bother to do so. When they finally get out of that kingdom of shadow, they realized that those were jewels and gems. The ones who took the stones regretted because they didn’t take enough, and the ones who didn’t take any regretted for they had nothing. At the end they all killed themselves in a fight for those gems.