Sitting on a boulder above the cliff looking down at his cave community Char thought, who will it be today? Char, a cave dweller, lived in an area now known as the French Riviera. It was a small cave community but it suited him just fine. Back then there was no entertainment or amusement, days were filled with the task of survival. Though the people were hunters/gathers that did not appeal to Char. He preferred going clubbing, as he called it, clubbing with a very different meaning. Char thought that it was much easier to let others do the tideous work and then to simply club them over the head and take what he wanted, as was his custom. He found great pleasure taking from others. It gave him a certain rush! The exhilleration of sneaking up on someone clubing them and taking what they had work hard for was indescribable. He loved it and could not get enough. Unrestrained by his peer who feared him because of his size and power Char pillaged and plundered until he had taken all there was to take. Char is seated on his favorite boulder pondering his future. He could have no more fun, he thought. He had taken everyone's everything. What could he do? He was vexed. And then it hit him. "I'll give it all back and then start all over again, clubbing.". Smiling, self-satisfied by his insight, he raced down the hillside. He ran to his cave gather up a bunch of goods; animal furs, pottery, stone tools and the like and headed for the nearest cave. When the couple saw him coming they immediately stood up not knowing what to expect. "We have nothing" they shouted in unison, pressing their backs against the wall in fear. "No No", Char shouted back, "I've come to give you some things." As Char spoke, a strange feeling came over him, a sensation he had never felt before. The feeling was almost orgasmic. It greatly surpassed any emotions he felt while clubbing. The feeling of giving was far superior to the feeling of taking. Char could not believe it. He rushed back to his cave and got more goods and gave them away and continued until all he had was gone. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of joy and fullfillment. Char had discovered something. It became Char's new custom. In french Char's rite. We call it charity.