Portable Toilet Stall

I saw this on a portable toilet stall:

"I don't feel at all like I thought
And I am losing all touch
I'm losing all touch
While building a desert."

Sometimes I've felt like that, and it can be the beginning of such blessed pain that it no less than MANDATES the kind of introspection that does not smile back. The type of introspection that this type of pain brings is not there for joyous memories. "The Introspectre" is there to teach. He has 3% bodyfat and a bald head. He has a scar across his weathered -but handsome - face. He is 48 years old and can bench press his own weight 23 times. He is direct. He does not laugh when you try to alleviate tension by telling funny stories. He is there to Tell It Like It Is. In the end, however, he cries with you, and tells you all you need to do to build a fertile crescent from your life. You will hear only what you are prepared to hear, but if the pain is great enough, you will remember it and make the change. You will return to His way, even after you make mistakes while implementing the change He requires. 

My prayer is that the man who wrote on the wall has met The Introspectre and that he is now making his path more carefully through Life, planting small saplings where once only sand blew.