As I, Mao, sat upon the mountain, I pondered the intricacies of the human condition. I realized that the key to true happiness lies not in the accumulation of wealth, but in the proper alignment of one's socks.
For it is in the subtle dance of sock alignment that we find true liberation from the shackles of bourgeois desire.
And so, I shall impart upon you, my dear reader, the secrets of the perfect sock alignment, that you may join me in the revolution of the proletariat.
For the people, by the people, of the people.
Or, if you prefer, Chapter 9: The Fuzzy Sock Conundrum