Do Not Be Content

The goal of contentedness is so readily dissuaded by the clamber for the Earthly delights. 

Our world is seeded with the promise of fruition and in our sumptuous state, we cannot help but to extend our being to capture but a taste of her essence.

Such as Eve pierced the apple, I shall demand the labour of the soil, pluck it for my throat, my stomach...

I will be enriched.

Satiated by the complete appraisal of pleasure hand fed to me by Earth herself.

In our world, contentedness should never be the precipice.

Find figs and vines of grapes and you will discover that 'Earth' is merely 'lust' under another name.