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"Let the states be small and the population be sparse. Let them have no use for mass-scale tools and utensils; Let the common people fear death and not move far. Although boats and carriages are available, Let there be no occasion to travel in them. Although there are armors and weapons, Let there be no place to store them. Let people restore the skill of knotting and put it to use. Let them enjoy their food, Admire their clothing, Feel secure in their dwelling, Rejoice in their culture. Let them see each other across the borders, Hear each other’s roosters and dogs, But, till they die in ripe old age, Never visit each other."