A veiled admittance of lack; Greed holds us all with varying strength. We can only desire that which we don't already have. We only reach for something after coming to terms with an emptiness we desire to fill. We don't chase material. We chase what emotion it provides.
Greed is that sensation; that emptiness. Vast tendrils overshadowing the faint glow we harbor. We flee from this inadequate version of ourselves, knowing not that what we seek in elevation we find in submergence.
We pump and pimp ourselves to worship false idols, dazzled by the sheen of fool's gold under the sun.
Even a small presence can cast a long shadow before the sun.