With golden goblets he scooped up wine to quench his thirst, proclaiming human envy the measure of his own greatness.
He raised white-stone palaces, cultivated Babylonian gardens, and with bare feet walked upon precious stones as if upon the earth.
The Sybarite grew gluttonous. And hunger, like a pack of dogs, tore at him both in dreams and in waking life. And upon his deathbed he could not sate his desires. The truth remained hidden from him.
Hungry is the one who is hollow within, for no earthly food is capable of filling the abyss of the human soul.