Hunger indicates lack.

Hunger

for anything, really,

tells us we are incomplete.

 

 And our anxiety requires there be

 some change

 in order for us to feel at ease.

 

This constant unease is the root of invention,

The cause of civilization.

 

 But humans hunger

 for

temporary satisfaction

and then on to the next quest,

the next emptiness.

 

And so it goes

in momentary aspiration-frustration.

 

Religion assuages some,

love can too.

 

Yet the heart of this matter

is even more mysterious:

Because

What we hunger for, actually,

is to cast off our human form,

leave our skin.

 

Transformation is the end game.

 

We are sick

of being human,

 

we have exhausted our possibilities.