To do well. Or to do good.

I don't know about you, but I know that there really isn't a shortage in food supply, nor in fossil fuel. The tankers in the sea are moving. The petrol stations are not clogged up by cars. It's always those invisible hands. Respected and held in high accord by society just because they're educated and professional. And named. They don't just speculate, they manipulate. And they're totally, utterly selfish. Evil, even. And they're always in suits and ties and in cahoots with ultimate greed. I stopped by a beggar in the streets in Bangkok recently. I was carrying some packed lunch. She held out her polystyrene cup for coins. I held out my packed lunch. She dropped her cup and grabbed and chewed down my offering. Her coins roll out onto the streets, a meagre 10 baht's worth. She was oblivious - she had to live. And her coins were picked up by another beggar. I walked away, but not from the fact that the capitalist pigs are the ones killing people, one by one, day by day.