Having quit (to the drop) almost 3 years ago, my perspective is that attachment to alcohol is a parasite that is beautiful to pet and woo, while it tells you it’s okay if it takes your body parts and slowly kills them. Of course it feels good, we all like it when we pet a kitten and it purrs back. This is a spiritual level dweller that takes bites out of your mental level of self, then physical, and then social. But that’s only how I percieve the parasite I have caged and well locked away. Others may not recognize the parasite as a threat. That’s fine... for now. It’s all your events on your path.
Excellent analogy! That is truly what it's like. (I went from being a worthless drunk inches away from living on the streets to a sucess in my career. Ten years sober now.)