Finally satiated with the sweet wine of your vineyards, I sleep well tonight for yesterday I was vividly aware of the walls around me and the flesh on my bones. Today I just needed to escape the cage that is my body into an oblivion of desire.
We build homes in places that we know will not last and then become shocked at the notion that the water will rise in and bloat everything within its walls. We build, knowing that the soil is easily prone to erosion, but we still believe that it will outlast any natural disaster. Yet, our homes come tumbling down as we struggle to hold it together with temporary fixes.
Still, we continue to build all the while ignoring the warnings nature throws at our faces as it tells us that the structure will not hold. We work diligently and keep insurance because somewhere within us we know the tragedy that will inevitably strike. Foolishly, we forget that insurance is never a solution to a problem that will cost more to us than the claim is valued for. We will eventually lose that house that we desperately wanted to raise. Maybe then we will realize that the cost of building on inhabitable land was too high for our optimistic minds.