Drinking our way to what? Drink, leading us where?
We’re losing control. And drinking puts us back in control of something again. We know where the evening’s heading.
Do we?
An acceleration into the night. A rushing into nothingness.
Is that it?
Our Yearnings, greater than we are. What we Want, greater than we are. What we Desire, vaster than we are.
We drink with tears in our eyes. With tears on our cheeks.
God was drunk when he made us. He’s drunk as he loves us. And we’re drunk when we turn to him. When we pray. Drunken prayers are the most sincere prayers.
Drunken worship. We’re the only ones whose prayers God hears.
He likes drunken prayers best of all, we’re sure of it. Slurred prayers. The prayers of staggerers.
When we bow our drunken heads. When we speak our drunken prayers. When we slur our drunken words.
Cosmic drinking: that’s what this is.
Is nothingness greater than God? Is God greater than nothing? Does our atheism devour God? Or did God give us our atheism to purify us, to prepare us for religion?
Work in Progress 