the ruler is...

I think that the poem the ruler of… somewhat bashes the things that people do. For example in the paragraph which talks about the Christmas tree it is mocking how Christians destroy nature to worship something they think exists but do not know for sure. Also about the divining line and how we think that things will be tainted is that line is ever crossed and that it will be destroyed and how there is always the line between right and wrong. We always want things without having to give back; it has been defined as our nature. When we receive things we seem to be grateful but we do not appreciate then especially the little things like the weather of winter. Even though it is scorching hot in Miami when winter finally comes along we complain about how it is too cold. We can never make up our minds and be happy with what we are given. There is always some kind of complaint that we have as human beings, we are never satisfied. We basically suffer in our own misery, we always want things now and then never having the patience to wait and receive. I think that we are a demanding race of high maintenance and anything different we reject, again never being happy with what we are given and always wanting more. This makes us weak but also makes us stronger in the way of wanting to achieve more and making things better.