"A hunter went walking in the fields with his gun one morning, and he saw a seagull. Having nothing better to do, he shot her." The line is from a play by Anton Chekhov, and it gives one pause. How true it is, that so much of the harm that is done in this world does not result from an evil motive, or a bad intention, but just out of sheer boredom - or as the dramatist said, for the lack of anything better to do.