...For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. -Psalm 103:14, NIV
Day and night, David ran —not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Everything he grew up believing in —and of course, his life— was hinged on that promise. And he had no choice but to trample over maggots, alergies and dust bunnies in the thick of the desert. Maybe the oasis was there in a couple hours' time, not days as people say. Or that palm must have some great hearts rich with water and nutrients needed for proper functio... Oh, was he kidding himself!?!?
Saul, on the other hand, had his hands full. Now disgraced by his people, his son, and then by God, killing his best royal general was the only thing he could do to save face in front of the telenovela the rest of the world watched unfold upon Israel. Jealousy... possession... lust... intrigue. Things like these must sell very well in the foreign water wells!
It was peril, death who always followed him. But why would he fight it, if it's useless? Why do we want to wage war against it? For the allergics. For the asthmatics. For the people who can't stand the slightest of germs. It will come as a gust or a braving wind, engulfing everything that crosses its path. The world looks blurry, traumatic, and drowning.
And that was all that mattered to him.