They sat in front of the diner eating fish and chips and drinking from the same bottle of beer. A homeless guy came along, muttering his never-ending story of peril and dismay, with no real interest in what’s going on or if anybody is listening. Only this time, I pulled out some change I had in my purse. He glanced at the coins, put them in his pocket and went on on his path.

• So, what did you expect?
• I don’t know, at least a nod of appreciation?!
• For what, what did you do? Prolonging his misery, for the few coins you tossed him? Like it was yours to decide who has money and who hasn’t?
• He could at least toast me with the cheap wine he’s buying.
• I don’t know if he’s into wine. To me, he did not look like a wine-person.
• Most homeless guys are skinny, so I did not think of him as a beer person.
  -That comes from walking. Constant walking. That actually is a more healthy lifestyle than sitting in a bureau all day.

The conception here is, that we are living a mediocre life, far from all extreme ways of pursuing happiness: But this is not true. The whole planet burns up from our exhausts, we wage war on most eastern countries, and when we do not wage war with guns, we do it with our money. We kill for pleasure as we eat more than what we need to survive and we have installed a gigantic killing machine of an industrial scale. When you’re rich, you are part of an obscene machinery to store wealth, when you’re poor, you’re part of the same machinery as you struggle to keep from becoming even poorer. If this is not extreme, I don’t know what is.