Drink is the Real Religion

I like our wine turn. It elevates us.

It’s a different kind of drunkenness. There’s something sweet about it. Even lofty.

There’s a dignity to wine. It suits us. Now we’ve gone up in the world. We’ve come along way, and so on.

Yeah, but I think we should be savouring it rather than glugging from the bottle like winos.

 

This wine basically flows to us all the way from ancient Greece.

Socrates drank wine, right?

Socrates could drink the whole night, but it didn’t make him drunk. Unless it was a higher drunkenness.

That’s what we need to reach: a high drunkenness. Something spiritual.

 

Drink is the real religion – the original, ecstatic religion. The religion that children have. And animals. Where you’re not worried about the future. Or what’s fucked you up in the past.

The present: that’s what it’s about. The freedom of the present as we break out of our captivity. Of our domestication. As we shatter the chains of command and obedience. And we awaken from  our semi-permanent depression.

Religious delirium: that’s what we need. The original fucking religion. When we’re at one with ourselves. When we’re not second guessing ourselves. When we’re on the edge of ourselves, ready to dance …

Didn’t Jesus dance in the St Thomas gospel?

That’s a Gnostic gospel …

Jesus fucking danced. Jesus boogied.

Was he drunk?

With a higher drunkenness, maybe.