I'm hungry. It comes and it goes. Sometimes it's an immense wave that seems as if it will overtake my breath, my existence if i don't feed it. Sometimes its a small voice in the back of my mind, finger waving, reminding me that "you better do something about this or else!!" I feel both waving equally. I know action is required. I know what I must do, but still I allow this hollowness to remain. Sometimes I feel like I am going to be hungry for the rest of my life and the idea of fulfillment, that carrot waving in front of my face is just a mirage sent to taunt me and keep me running, as Ellison would say. Though that last wave is immensely cynical, aren't humans cynical by nature?
What I always pictured, what I read about in books in my formative years was that this hunger has to be unwavering. Continue on with increasing speed and intensity and it will be satisfied. But it doesn't stop there. Gradual rising, like waves of pleasure; continuing on, despite climax.
You don't always know where that hunger will be sated, but who wants to? The sweetness is the chase. Soon we fall in love with the carrot and when we look behind us, we are amazed at all we have done. Soon we don't even need to be filled anymore for we are now a mechanism that fills.