You are woken up in the middle of the night to carry out a certain activity that requires a little salt. Though this defies your logic, you are told it is for your own safety, for you may not survive the night otherwise. Your phone rings non--stop and it is the one you love, using every ounce of their conviction to get you to capitulate. A spool begins to unwind inside your head. After all, you think to your-self, a little salt never hurt anybody. What you may or may not soon find, however, is that this really has nothing to do with salt, and everything to do with faith, fear, and love.