Karma doesn't exist. I appreciate that many people feel it should, but they are incorrect. It is quite comfortable to rest on ancient assumptions, black and white principals. Perhaps a belief in Karma was necessary at one stage of human economic development in the hunter/gatherer lifestyle. Heaven, Hell, exist in most society's cultural baggage.Dealing in illegal drugs is based on moral arbitrage. If the vast majority of people feel it should be banned, then it will be. The resulting lack of vendors creates enormous payoffs to those without the same scruples. A good example would be the difference in price between marijuana and methamphetamine, so you see there are an infinite shades of grey. Both drugs may be manufactured or grown with relative ease, yet there is an order of magnitude difference in price. The combination of moral arbitrage and addictive qualities is the explanation for this.The only 'karma' that exists, is imposed by DNA tests, fingerprints, witnesses and the CCTV camera. The truth is that the human conscience is the little voice in your brain telling you somebody else is looking.For me personally, societies morality is not my morality. I chose my own morality.Society itself, is the cause of most of the ills in the world. Minorities are generally not the cause of systemic problems. Most of these ills are silent killers that don't get a mention in any press articles.Take the Agri-Cap of the European Union for example. Every year, millions of tonnes of commodities are dumped into the sea.Good food, fresh food, quality food, is being deliberately destroyed by the EU. This is no conspiracy theory, the Agri-Cap accounts for over 50% of the entire EU budget, presiding over a group of half a billion consumers.Farmers in the EU, some of whom I know personally, deliberately are subsidized by the government to grow gigantic volumes of crops, which are then shipped abroad and destroyed.Meanwhile, Africa, whose biggest economic sector is by *far* agricultural, is effectively banned from exporting commodities in a direct fashion to the world's largest economic zone (because the quotas mean it has to cost the same as it would if it were produced in the EU, plus the cost of shipping...). The boats that come in with these grey commodities are seized and destroyed.As a result, millions of poor African farmers don't get access to a market that would dramatically bootstrap their economic situation. Perhaps tens of thousands of people are dead, or saw their life expectancies reduced because of such actions.Now riddle me this Mr Karma. Who is in the right here? Because the black market in African commodities is certainly illegal, but the white market is prohibited from accepting them.--You do, when all is counted, more damage, by preventing markets from working, than you would get if you opened them.But wait, let's go even further.Let's say I sell a drug which kills tens of thousands of people. Let us then say I become a billionaire as a result of such suffering. Let us then say that money was invested in the white market to produce millions of jobs, creating a higher standard of living and life expectancy for tens of millions of people.This is not some abstract philosophy bullshit. This happens all the time in the real world. At least 50% of the millionaires in emerging markets become so through black or grey market activity. Don't be so quick to judge who is right and who is wrong. You can never know that. Remember the fable of the white horse.QuoteThe Old Man and the White HorseOnce there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, for he owned a beautiful white horse. Even the king coveted his treasure. A horse like this had never been seen before such was its splendor, its majesty, its strength.People offered fabulous prices for the steed, but the old man always refused. This horse is not a horse to me, he would tell them. It is a person. How could you sell a person? He is a friend, not a possession. How could you sell a friend. The man was poor and the temptation was great. But he never sold the horse.One morning he found that the horse was not in his stable. All the village came to see him. You old fool, they scoffed, we told you that someone would steal your horse. We warned you that you would be robbed. You are so poor. How could you ever protect such a valuable animal? It would have been better to have sold him. You could have gotten whatever price you wanted. No amount would have been to high. Now the horse is gone and youve been cursed with misfortune.The old man responded, Dont speak too quickly. Say only that the horse is not in the stable. That is all we know; the rest is judgment. If Ive been cursed or not, how can you know? How can you judge?The people contested, Dont make us out to be fools! We may not be philosophers, but great philosophy is not needed. The simple fact that your horse is gone is a curse.The old man spoke again. All I know is that the stable is empty, and the horse is gone. The rest I dont know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I cant say. All we can see is a fragment. Who can say what will come next?The people of the village laughed. They thought that the man was crazy. They had always thought he was a fool; if he wasnt, he would have sold the horse and lived off the money. But instead, he was a poor woodcutter, and old man still cutting firewood and dragging it out of the forest and selling it. He lived hand to mouth in the misery of poverty. Now he had proven that he was, indeed, a fool.After fifteen days, the horse returned. He hadnt been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses with him. Once again, the village people gathered around the woodcutter and spoke. Old man, you were right and we were wrong. What we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.The man responded, Once again, you go too far. Say only that the horse is back. State only that a dozen horses returned with him, but dont judge. How do you know if this is a blessing or not? You see only a fragment. Unless you know the whole story, how can you judge? You read only one page of a book. Can you judge the whole book? You read only one word of one phrase. Can you understand the entire phrase?Life is so vast, yet you judge all of life with one page or one word. All you have is one fragment! Dont say that this is a blessing. No one knows. I am content with what I know. I am not perturbed by what I dont.Maybe the old man is right, they said to one another. So they said little. But down deep, they knew he was wrong. They knew it was a blessing. Twelve wild horses had returned. With a little work, the animals could be broken and trained and sold for much money.The old man had a son, an only son. The young man began to break the wild horses. After a few days, he fell from one of the horses and broke both legs. Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and cast their judgments.You were right, they said. You proved you were right. The dozen horses were not a blessing. They were a curse. Your only son has broken both his legs, and now in your old age you have no one to help you. Now you are poorer than ever.The old man spoke again. You people are obsessed with judging. Dont go so far. Say only that my son broke his legs. Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse? No one knows. We only have a fragment. Life comes in fragments.It so happened that a few weeks later the country engaged in war against a neighboring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he was injured. Once again the people gathered around the old man, crying and screaming because their sons had been taken. There was little chance that they would return. The enemy was strong, and the war would be a losing struggle. They would never see their sons again.You were right, old man, They wept. God knows you were right. This proves it. Your sons accident was a blessing. His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you. Our sons are gone forever.The old man spoke again. It is impossible to talk with you. You always draw conclusions. No one knows.