A species to consider the rich soil to be poor than the refined Gold, Humans

To see the light of the world is to be the baobab trees, to watch our own leaves seasoned in quarters of a million years only to become gold to the unknown soil, a threat to the sky

We are sitting on Gold, it's a pity they can't sell it to us no more, bound in our Souls, Gods.

There are far better MINErals than Gold and Platinum out there, so don't close your mine when you see them on TV