it will always be to late, it's only last second that you realize you had it so good. and then it's gone. as your mouth waters with pleasure and greed from the stake that's about to make contact with your face. you get shot, someone who is starving looks at you. so you sacrifice your peace of meat. you suffer knowing the pleasure and not sustaining it. but when you see that boy cry when he eats it's something of a new experience to him. and he as a starving boy will always be suffering for something so good to reach his lips again. until he grows and makes a change. there will always be misery to fuel the urge to find something as complex as steak.( theoradicly.)