Yesterday, having passed a temple, replete with glittering neon signs and a monk at the microphone extolling people to donate for Songkran and receive a blessing, I thought I’d stop by. The monk was telling people that the greater the donation, the more effective the blessing and better luck for the New Year. I got in line waiting my turn. Those in front of me held 100-baht and 1,000-baht banknotes. My hand held only a twenty. When it came my turn to be blessed and sprinkled with holy water, the monk looked at me with contempt and went on to the next person as if I did not exist. It reminded me of the popes in the Middle Ages who sold indulgences, the greater the sum paid, the less fearful one was of descending to Hell. Then I wondered, how much of this collected money was going to be used to help those in my area in need, feed the poor, help educate kids or help pay for school uniforms, help the elderly, and be put to other useful purposes. Probably little to nothing. The monks in this temple live very well indeed. Then I read the letter on morality. I could not stop laughing. It is an amusing way to end Songkran.