A wonderful children’s poem by Shel Silverstein is about Hungry Mungry, a sad soul with an unquenchable appetite. It starts like this: “Hungry Mungry sat at supper, Took his knife and spoon and fork, Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a slice of roasted pork, Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twenty-seven deviled eggs, Fifteen shrimps, nine baked potatoes, Thirty-two fried chicken legs.” By the end of the story, Hungry Mungry had consumed the kitchen table, his house, the city of Chicago and, you guessed it, the entire universe. Hungry Mungry was never satisfied and was always looking for the...