The invention of undershorts, then, set rickshaw men apart and above. The rest of the brutes burned with envy as these rickshaw men, sporting their undershorts, traversed the land's thoroughfares, hither and yon, as though they owned them. Not to be outdone, they toiled for six long years, and the fruit of their effort was the good-for-nothing haori. Undershorts were suddenly passé, and the new haori was all the rage. Green grocers, druggists, and drapers are all descended from the haori's originator. Undershorts had their heyday, the haori had its heyday, and next came the hakama. This was conceived by still more brutes, fed up with and unimpressed by those who sported haori. The former warrior class, or today's government officials, number among this lot. Thus it was that brute upon brute, in a chain of "me too" one-upmanships, competed for novelty and distinction, even adopting the swallow tail as a design theme. Taking a step back, however, and examining this history from a fresh perspective, there's nothing about it that's forced, haphazard, coincidental, or purposeless. All of these new styles merely attest to man's dauntless determination to prevail over his peers. Rather than shouting out his individuality as he strolls the byways, he wears it on his person. In which case, the underlying psychology leads one to a great revelation. I'll share with you what that is. It's that just as nature abhors a vacuum, man detests mediocrity. From this present state, where his loathe for mediocrity has compelled him to adorn himself in clothing dear as flesh and bone, to strip him now of this essence, reverting back to a former age when all men were equal in their nakeness, is utter insanity. Even if insanity suits one, there's no going back. Those going back, in the eyes of enlightened society, would be nothing but brutes. Supposing even, for sake of argument, that all the millions and millions of men were pulled back into their former realm. Would all then be equal? All men would be brutes, so none would feel shame. All the same, it wouldn't last. On day one, the rivalry of brutes would re-emerge. If clothing were removed from the picture, the rivalry of brutes would find an alternate form. Stark naked man, stark naked though he be, would toil after distinction. Looking at it this way, man once clothed can never discard his clothes.