There, in the distance, behind the mountains of pride and the forests of lust, the flowers of greed bloom nice and healthy. We claw at them with skinless fingers as our bones creak and eyes rot, to rip off even one tiny petal and make us wealthy. In this digital world, where we devour each other, through the glutinous rivers and envious seas; like Judas who betrayed God for golden coins – we betray goodness for the flowers of greed.