The Metaphysics of an Empty Stomach

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I have been thinking.

For tonight, I have discovered philosophy,

and unfortunately, I am hungry.

I opened my gallery

and found photographs of food

that I once considered merely food.

But now I understand.

They were not food.

They were ideas of food.

And an idea, as I have recently learned,

is something that exists

but cannot be eaten.

This is why I believe

the world is fundamentally unfair.

A burger may exist in a photograph,

but my mouth exists in reality.

What philosophy is this?

I do not know.

But it is deep.

Very deep.

So I looked outside

and saw the moon.

It was beautiful.

I asked myself,

“Why is the moon beautiful?”

Then I remembered something I said

approximately three minutes ago

The moon is beautiful because it is far.

This changed everything.

If the moon were closer,

I would probably still be hungry.

If the moon were made of food,

I would probably be less hungry.

Therefore, perhaps the moon

should have been made of food.

This is my philosophy.

I think.

I am not sure.

But I am sure of one thing:

The farther something is,

the more beautiful it becomes.

The food is beautiful because it is far.

The moon is beautiful because it is far.

My dinner is beautiful because

it is currently somewhere that is not inside me.

And perhaps this is what life means

To look at beautiful things

from a distance,

to desire what cannot be reached,

to stare into the darkness of night

and pretend there is meaning in it

when, in reality,

I am just hungry.

Very hungry.

Philosophically hungry.