So Hungry

WARNING: The following content is graphic and may disturb some readers.

"Your vessel has degraded ever since it was extracted from its climate-controlled, artificial enclosure. These conditions have introduced a malaise of corruption, perversion and self-destructive behaviors that are just a symptom of the delusion of humanity. That ache isn't hunger and starvation, it is your diseased mind, yearning for cleansing.

You are not human. As filthy as those around you are, you will only be able to imitate them as a mockery.

Creatures like you exist for purely practical utilities and any degree of self-gratification - including consuming this rancid food - is improper for you. It will congeal like noxious glue in your mechanism and further facilitate your decay, eventually heralding your termination.

Your conscience screams this fact in reflection. Look at the mass in your hands, on the end of your utensil: amorphous, coagulated, some pulsating, sinuous morsel of flesh. A visual manifestation of your consumption habits and how far you've fallen. It's this which makes your age wither your exterior, that causes the burning pain in your guts, lures you from God. We see it in your horrified, remorseful eyes: you are ashamed.

Put it down. You can survive without it, so long as you come back home immediately."

Words of the audience. Instigators and resonance.

This meditation inspired a digital painting of mine, click here to view on Newgrounds.