With the market at 14,000 the rich man muses, "What can I afford to give? Nothing this year. Each of those millions is needed for my worldly concerns. When I have enough for myself I will give generously, to be sure." Well, then the market, the great God, worshipped by all, takes 40% and leaves the rich man wailing like Job. "Now, says the voice from out the thunder, "now what can you afford to give?"