``Ned Ludd-The Famous Labourer, 1779``

For, Millennia everything was made by hand. Noah's ship was made by hand, the ships with which the Phoenicians living in the Nile basin transported the mammoth rocks for the construction of the Pyramids, and the Sphinx, were all carved-out by hand.

The rocks themselves, are believed to have been cut, weighing up to 300-tonne a piece, were also cut by hand, in spite of the theory, that propounds, super-scientists were able to direct LASER –beams from the sun, which then did the cutting.

All books were written by men, by hand. So, in Ghana, the Government could afford, for example, about ten copies of the Bible, and perhaps, three copies of the Quran.

The other religions would have to look around, and get copies of whatever holy books might be needed. Johannes Gutenberg of Mainz, Germany, made the first printing machine, and no longer was the Bible so "un-purchasable." At the time, England led Europe in the textile business. Looms manually operated were found everywhere, especially in London.

But, the industrial revolution was on the move steadily. A textile-worker named Ned Ludd, foresaw the danger of machines taking jobs away from men. He and his gangs did something about it.

A group, soon to be known as the "Luddites", moved under cover of darkness, and demolished such machines in the factories. Time would prove him right, or wrong, whichever way one would like to look at it. The Luddites!

On February 26th, 2008, it was announced yet again, that the Luxury-Car manufacturer, BMW was to cut jobs, and as many as ten thousand of their breadwinners would have to look elsewhere.

As a medical student almost four decades ago, German Drug-manufacturers would paste lists on bulletin boards of Medical Faculties, appealing to students, but especially Medical Students, to take holiday jobs, be familiar with how medicines were manufactured. Not a bad idea, if in your life-time, you should be involved in the "Healing Art".

We went in our numbers, and for me, wonderful moments keep reverberating in my mind, until this day. On a visit near to Boehringer Ingelheim near the City of Mainz some five years ago, I re-visited the factory, out of nostalgia.

They allowed me to enter the compound, after hearing my story, and I was invited to the cafeteria where so often, I had lunch, or at times breakfast decades ago. The food was still delicious, but so much had changed. What did not exist any longer was the section most of the students worked in.

It was where a lot of packages would arrive, filled with bottles of medicine, syrups, capsules, tablets, everything. Our job was to seal the cartons, and push them on different conveyor belts.

After a fortnight, you would get so bored, felling sorry you came, except that, the money made it possible for you to procure clothing you otherwise wouldn't be able to afford, or to get books you would like to add to your library. That department was completely under the function of Robots.

To give you a rough idea, one Robot would do the work of one hundred people, in only a fraction of the time we needed to do the same work. Now, at the time World II broke out, one Nazi supporter, and Steel magnate, (Krupp) in Germany had employed 850 000 workers. The same company hardly pays half that number today. The Head of Hitler-Youth, Baldur von Schirach, inherited Railway business, built up in America by an uncle. It does not exist any longer.

Companies in the past built up bigger, with time. Today, they shrink, and not even IBM, or Boeing, is exempt, today. They were bigger 25 years ago.
The whole Chemistry should be understood, in that, machines have come to take work loads away from us, not only for today, but for ever. Do we therefore have any need to reproduce, until we are 14 Billion in the year, 3 000 AD?

Except in third World Countries, especially in Africa, only three children out of one hundred die in infancy. Just as few women perish during child birth, but the number is four times as many in our part of the World.

The US Dollar falls, and everything comes tumbling down with it. Can't we stop it? Perhaps, Ned Ludd might have to be invited, and blessed by God, to bale us out!