I went down to visit Lot’s wife the other day.  I visit her occasionally near Sodom where she looks out at the Dead Sea just to ask her what she thinks of the mass murder of her neighbors and the Divine judgement she just couldn’t accept.  She doesn’t usually answer during the day, but sometimes in the summer she shed a salty tear, accepting her eternal punishment even though she can’t bring herself to agree with it.  “We must always look back,” I think she muttered one night, when I was sitting with her, cooling down from the unbearable passion she lives with. “Nothing is as questionable as a punishment of an entire population for the malevolence of their leaders. Even if the population is just following in the path of those leaders in order to survive.” 

(It’s only near dawn when a little dew falls and her lips can actually part, but when she gets going, she’s quite the chatterbox.)  

“The ladies in Sodom didn’t have a say in those perversions of their menfolk, but how could I separate them?  The big question is – whether you can stop evil without harming the good.”

I left her like that, frozen in her weeping, and knew on the long trip home, that I too had become salt.