My anger is not the white-hot anger of justice, striding through the city righting wrongs and saving the world.

Mine is a bilious green, whiny and self-pitying, complaining and jealous.

Why is the world full of people who do the wrong thing? They drive big expensive cars that use a lot of precious gas; spend money on the wrong things and hurt others with words and guns.

Why can't they see it? How can I change this world? I am without hope. I will be long dead when the worst comes, but it is unbearably sad to realize that our society is too shallow to face our flaws and remedy them for future generations.

We can create so much that is clever and beautiful and inexpensive--surely we could create a society that is loving and safe and sustainable. Why don't we? Greed--does it all boil down to greed?

Most of the people I know are generous and compassionate--why would they want a world of hate and waste? How do happy laughing children turn into CEOs that make millions? Millions. How can one person's work be worth a million times more than another's? And how can I help make it stop?

We have enough food, we have enough money; we just need to find the way to share it.