Selfishness makes you empty – no matter how much you scavenge and keep for yourself, most of it will rot, and others will despise you for hoarding and not sharing. You will never be able to consume more than your fill but your hunger will consume you and trap you in an endless hellish cycle. I do not want that for you. Within yourself there is an unspeakable unrest, isn’t there? Constantly itching to crawl out of you. That is your conscience trapped behind your almira full of your shiny things. Let yourself out or you will also putrefy. And then it will be too late.