My educated and intelligent administrative friend shows his power to his subordinates. Officers above him show to him their power. The power struggle to protect oneself. Wondering what kind of job this is. He took me to the Arugambay beach. I paint the sea alone there. Fish caught in the waves are thrown into the air. It is eaten by sea urchins, hawks and various other birds. Everywhere the fish are dried. Fishermen in the lagoon throw fish into the sand and dry it. Many employees work under Karawalawadi owners. The weak and the ignorant are constantly in the grip of the other. The fish that emerge from the sea wave is the food of the birds. If a bird falls into the sea, it eats fish. Fish is human food. That evening I was reminded that a man is another man's food. From top to bottom people eat each other. I can see my friend's car coming. Every day he eats the other at the institution and those at the top eat him. Social stratification is when people eat each other.