We worship in the Temple of Want, and the whole world—not just our small part of it—is there for the satisfaction of that want, just as most of our marriages and friendships are turned into need-gratification machines. When you worship in the Temple of Want your death is an insult, the ultimate, arbitrary frustration of your right to have things go as you deserve until you decide otherwise. The refusal to recognize the trespass that always comes with the gratification of need—that is what “stinginess” might mean.
