I’ve been been told to turn away. And as much as I want to go with u I can’t. After the fire burns out there’s only ashes, which then are scattered to the wind in every direction during the first passing storm. Some men sell off thier eternal souls to have but moments of what u invite them to. And How the sometimes ravenous hunger of the human soul can drive the sanest and soundest of men mad and animal minded when being presented the warm and sensually delicious dish that u put upon thier tables. I’m hungry too, but knowing the meal is poison I’d rather wither away into nothing then fill my belly with the agony sure to come from the tasting of such beautified death…for me, a simple slice of fresh bread is enough… Yup, it’s enough for me.