Greed

Greed is sadly misconstrued by its own definition, the denotations of which insinuate that one who is greedy thirsts for monetary or egotistical appropriations. As I said, a sad misconception. This gives people such a shallow, two or even one-dimensional perception of a sin that has such beautiful devices at its disposal. You feel it every single day of your life. Maybe you're a freak or just lie to yourself and don't worry about money. That's perfectly fine; greed doesn't discriminate your desires. All it cares is that there is something in your life, or more appropriately, something NOT in your life, that you "need" more of. It's such a beautiful caricature of the human condition; it's one of those four beautiful sins that work in the dark, convincing you that you have made up your own mind, that you control every facet of your life.

Perhaps I am suggesting, and thus contradicting myself in this suggestion, that greed is veritably synonymous with gluttony, lust, and envy. Previously I have made hopefully articulate presumptions and presented hopefully accurate statements concerning the certain opposition of these four sins. I do hope in that sense that I have contradicted myself, because they are extremely similar in mechanism, but extremely different in nature. They work harmoniously, as cogs in a machine connecting other cogs and gears, efficiently giving said machine motion. These do just that, except that the machine is your inhibition, or lack thereof, as the case may be.While they do make you feel differently, extraordinarily differently, they are like the steps on a ladder; a very weird ladder that no-one would use for practical climbing purposes.

Where lust pushes you into that first kiss, greed is pushing lust making you NEED that first kiss. Where gluttony makes that God damned cookie so delicious, greed starves you into necessity. Where envy tells you your friend's car is so much better than yours, greed blinds you until you're done bankrupting yourself into a brand new one. It's such an awe inspiring cycle, it really makes me want to cry in joy that as much as people swear they're an individual, they are controlled by the same hormones and desires as anyone else. To be abstinent of anything is to starve the brain of the necessities of human interaction. A travesty, in other words, punishable by the consequence of a life of doldrums.

I considered subliminally how to write my last two analyses of sinnery for many weeks after my last post about pride, not because I care what you think, and certainly not because Myspace rocks, because it fucking blows, but because I am obsessed and driven to make myself one of those writers at least someone remembers, despite where I have to start.I came to the conclusion about ten minutes ago that in order to make this worth reading I would have to explain the similarities between the three aforementioned sins and how said similarities actually make greed what it is; the father of the material sins. A brain dead Jewish monkey could tell what greed is, but to understand how and why it is felt and through which processes is the hard part to grasp. It doesn't just provoke the others, it does have its own symptoms.

Being in love is the perfect parallel to use. You think that despite how much love hurts it is the purest of human emotions. Do you know what really is the purest of ALL human emotions? One void of all sinful complications? Death. And that's not even an emotion, but it's the only state of mind that can feasibly present one with unadulterated clarity. Only by process of elimination do I understand that this is the only way, because it's the only state of mind I believe I have not yet felt. Being in love is a perversion, a masterful cocktail of gluttony, lust, envy, and greed.You HAVE to have more of her, her scent, her taste, her affection, her promises of loyalty. You abhorr the very sight of any man who looks at her, because she is yours. He will die if he comes between you, if you are indeed in love. You make yourself sick at night with conscious nightmares of how she has had the trust in you to tell you that she still loves her boyfriend, and you want that more than life itself. And finally the greed, exponentiating its torment into your very soul, your most simple state of being, until these desires are engraved into it, soldered into your DNA, pours forth gallons of hormonal rage, forcing you out of primal human instinct to... What? You can do nothing. You can't help who you're in love with, you can't control your greed. There is simply, deliciously, no hole, no crack in obscurity, for you to hide in.