Recognizing the demonic and the self-centeredness of addictions.   Syrup “Get yer Zinger syrup here!” the squealing voice cried. “A special syrup for every need!” Crowds of shoppers gathered around the vendor’s trolley on the street corner to inspect the promising miracle syrup. Some “ooohed” and others grimaced at the high priced bottles. The sharp-nosed, black-capped vendor hustled from one customer to the next, stooping under the trolley then back up again, always with just the right bottle for each desire. Some shoppers crinkled their noses and turned away. Others lingered, glancing furtively over their shoulders, and eventually bought. A…