This wine – the tears of failed PhD students. Tears of bitterness! And resentment! Of years of life, wasted!
Ground up bat’s wings.
I want to be clear: is this wine poison, or is it the cure for poison?
The wine makes us taste poison. We taste the poison of everything.
So it’s everything we’re tasting?
Everything as it really is. Behind the veil of maya.
We’re tasting the poison of the universe. We’re tasting the horror.
We have to change it in our throats. Well, you do, Shiva.
Drunken disgust – that’s what we’re supposed to feel. Drunken horror – and horror at our drunkenness.
This is supposed to be, like, a disgust vigil. A drunken disgust vigil.
The path of disgust, that’s what we’re following. Which is, by necessity, a disgusting path.
It’s not good for us – of course not. Disgust is our body warning us not to drink anymore. It’s nature saying, no! But we shouldn’t listen to nature. We have to break the laws of nature.
We were supposed to covert the poison. Convert European philosophy, too. Change it into something else.
Work in Progress 