Paradox

I was sitting at the beach this morning watching the waves roll in under a sunrise-pink dawn and I saw two homeless men asleep under the trees around the shoreline. As the sun came up these men stirred, got up, brushed the sand off their clothes and started to stumble off down the road in a hung-over gait. It seems like such an ironic paradox that these beaches are home to the homeless, and yet the wealthy people of the world pay good money to take their shift at the same beaches...for entirely different reasons. They come for exotic location, beautiful sand, warm water--the homeless stay for safety and refuge.

Now, it's not just a random observation, but my brain is searching for the meaning of this. The rich are affording to get richer, while the poor are seeking temporary safety and comfort as they drift off to sleep in their sandy beds with their meth and herb and booze.

Where do we go?