This Is Crazy Stuff.

    Everyone should read this! Great warning and strong, poetic words for you. (I didn't write it!)

    My son, keep my words and treasure my commandments within you. Keep these commandments and live, and keep my teaching as the apple of your eye. Bind them on your fingers; write them on your heart. 
    Say to Wisdom, "You are my sister," and call Understanding your intimate friend, that they may keep you from the adulteress and from the foreigner who flatters with her words. 
    At the window of my house I looked out through my lattice, and I saw walking among the naive and discerned of the youths a young man lacking sense, passing through the street near her corner.
    He takes the way to her house in the twilight, in the evening, in the middle of the night and in the darkness. 
    And behold, a woman comes to meet him, dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. She is boisterous and rebellious; her feet do not remain at home. She is now in the streets, in the squares, and lurks by ever corner. 
    So she seizes him and kisses him, and with a brazen face she says to him, "I was due to offer peace offerings and today I have paid my vows. Therefore I have come out to meet you, to seek your presence earnestly, and I have found you! I've spread my couch with coverings, with colored linens from Egypt; I've sprinkled my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon; Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning- let us delight ourselves with caresses, for my husband is not at home. He has gone on a long journey and taken a bag of money with him, and at the full moon he will come home." 
    She entices him with her many persuasions and with her flattering lips she seduces him. He suddenly follows her as an ox goes to the slaughter or as one in fetters to the discipline of a fool, until an arrow pierces through his liver. As a bird hastens to the snare, so he does not know that it will cost him his life. 
    Now therefore, my sons, listen to me! Pay attention to the words of my mouth. Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways, do not stray in her paths. For many are the victims she has cast down, and numerous are all her slain. Her house is the way to the grave, descending to the chambers of death. 
    Does Wisdom not call, and Understanding lift up her voice?