I found this description of how Eskimo’s deal with the danger of wolves to be a picture of sin in our lives.  No one wakes up in the morning and desires to be a porn head.  But with one look at a time, or one chat at a time, danger becomes imminent.  Read over this and think about it.  The quote is taken from bac2torah.com by R’ Richard Pustelniak.

A razor-sharp, double-edged knife is repeatedly dipped into fresh blood, which is allowed to freeze on the blade. This process continues until the blade is rather thickly coated with frozen blood. Then the knife handle is packed into the snow, in an upright position, leaving the blade exposed. Wolves have a keen sense of smell, and soon the wolf is attracted to the fresh blood-sicle.

The first lick excites the wolf and it begins to lick with increasing zeal, meanwhile, the cold of the frozen treat is beginning to numb the tongue. Eventually, the licking will begin to expose the razor sharp blade, but by this time the tongue is well beyond feeling the pain as the blade begins to cut into it.

Now fresh, warm, blood is being released. Without the warning of the pain, the wolf is unaware that it is actually enjoying its own blood. Zeal increases, until, in the morning, the wolf is found…lying in the snow, with a red stain in the snow around its head.

Sin will try to convince one that all that is desired is a small area of the map, and the rest will be left alone. But, it will not be satisfied until the whole map is consumed: