A Time of Dryness

The addict is living in a time of dryness. He is thirsty. Like the skeleton in the Police's "King of Pain," the addict chokes on a crust of bread.

Where is life? Where is the water? Where is the fountain for the addict's hope?

In the desert, life goes on ... The addict stumbles and cycles through the same self-defeating behaviors. Occasionally the addict sees an oasis on the horizon ... but, alas, for the addict each oasis turns into a mirage.

And yet it is not that each oasis is unreal. The hope offered in each place is very real. Rather it is that the addict's eyes are covered with the scales of self-reliance and entitlement. Until these scales are knocked away from the addict's eyes, any oasis--real or unreal-- will be nothing but a mirage.

Until these scales are knocked from the addict's eyes, life will remain dry. The addict is cursed to wander the desert, alone and thirsty, with nothing but a crust of bread to meet his ever increasing hunger for something ... someone ... real.

Oh, my dear Love ... to be the Salt of the Earth!