Consumerism runs on the fuel of personal inadequacy. When I am adequate, I want for nothing. We have largely conquered insecurity of food shelter and warmth. But somehow we are largely convinced that we are not worthy of love until we have reached some vague and unattainable pinnacle of human perfection. It’s a lie of the Great Deceiver. We are all worthy of love. Until we show that love to our fellows we will never feel it for ourselves, and we will always feel hungry.