"I am not a selfmade man.
For, generations have lived
In the planes I live.
Their foot prints I trample
In the roads they made.
Their fire I preserve in my hearth.
yet these I do not own.
Only have use and leave.
Death hall never thrive
For life is passed to posterity
An unbrocken chain of inheritance.
To them I leave my rights.
The vallies and planes to till.
My joys and pains to their history."           Thomas Jacob