At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can't say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake.
I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the man or woman who produces the cloth will starve in the process.
For that again, is what all manner of religion essentially is: childish dependency.