What is mankind like?

He is like a tiny town nestled in the valley of the mountains.  

He plants a vineyard and a crop is yielded.  

He wakes, come the day of the harvest, and excitedly runs to reap his crop.  

He gives no thanks or honor to God. His busy fingers rape the vine, making sure not to leave even a 10th on the ground.  

He and his friends praise one another for the good work they have done. They think they have accomplished the meaning of their life.  

Greatly pleased with their reward, they repeat these things over and over until they lay in the grave.  

When their soul is wakened to give account, even then they are surprised.  

Ever harvesting but never gaining. Ever diligent but the poorest of all creatures.