One day, oh... about 6,000 years ago (give an ice age or two) two friends, Smug and Ugh, were out hunting. Together they stalked a Woolly Mammoth for hours and Smug finally brought it down. Smug claimed the kill and, against whatever tradition had accumulated at that time, refused to share his spoils with Ugh.
Enter an interesting dynamic to the human psyche. The birth of opposing philosophical viewpoints, each with their own self-interest.
Since that day Smugs have proliferated; the rich and powerful who look at life for what they can obtain and keep for themselves. Funnily enough whatever they seem to get, it never seems to be enough.
Ughs (no slouches either) have also evolved; living a simpler life and continuing to wish Smugs would share with those less fortunate. Funnily enough, whatever they seem to pry from the coffers of the Smugs, it also never seems to be enough.
Since the day of the Mammoth to this, it seems that neither Smugs nor Ughs are happy nor any closer to finding common ground. The insatiable appetites of both survive. All of which makes me think that of the three participants in the hunt that day long ago, perhaps the Mammoth turned out to be the fortunate one (lol)...
"... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second."
- John Steinbeck, American writer. Nobel Prize for Literature, 1962.