Recently I watched The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, a
story of three men prospecting for gold in the mountains of Mexico. It’s a tale
of greed; how the lust for money corrupts the human heart. All of the men are
affected to some degree, and the character played by Humphrey Bogart is driven
insane by the power of his greed. In the end it kills him.
A yogi went into the woods to find a cave to live in. At the
same time, a group of four thieves were walking through the woods on their way
to find something to rob. The yogi went into a cave, and just as the thieves
passed by came running out, yelling “There’s a killer in there!” The thieves
were intrigued and entered the cave. There they found a pile of treasure. Each
of the four immediately started plotting how to get all the treasure for himself.
The two senior members sent the younger ones off for a cart to haul the loot,
and then lay in ambush and killed them on their return…
My friend couldn’t remember all the
details, but the end result was all four of the thieves lay dead. The treasure
was indeed a killer.
