/lit/ - Literature

>>9529001
Do you think this life is all there is brother? What do you give me by sparing me death? Wherefore brother, if the soul immortal, do you hoard these oats? For oats cannot nourish the soul, nor greed lighten it. Do not think I have not seen how jealously you guard them? Nary a day goes by in which you do not stand over them. I fear brother, that much as you consume these oats, they consume you also; an ouroboros of desire that leads you astray. Do you think I wish only to sate my stomach brother? Do not project your material wants on me! Nay brother, know that it is not for me that I ask of you these oats.