Drinking isn’t drinking yet, in some way. We haven’t attained drinking – haven’t reached it. There is a drinking beneath drinking. A depth. That we have to find. Let ourselves sink to.
So long as it’s vigilant. So long as it’s an intensifier of world disgust. So long as it makes it cry out against this world – this fallen world.
Be not conformed in this world. Be not sober, in this world. Accept nothing!
Let us never rest in drunkenness. We slur – yes. But it doesn’t mean that we should think any less forcefully.
It’s Dutch courage. Philosophical courage. It’s resistance-courage. We’re drinking against.
Work in Progress 