Over these two weeks, our hope is to overcome Sleigh Track Logic, sorting through all of the things that make sense and determine what makes the most sense.
Physical pleasure doesn't seem to be enough. That is why we search for God; for love. And whether or not we find either, sometimes we turn to drugs within the same search. For an intense cerebral pleasure. For relief.
That is why a person swept up in a time of worship might cry out, "I have God, and nothing else matters." While a person swept up in a chemical high might feel a similar apathy to their surroundings.
It seems as if we naturally long for something that doesn't seem all that easy to attain.