You’re waiting for the transubstantiation of disgusting wine into – what? The wine of truth. The wine of the true vine. You’re hoping for the miracle of inversion.
You’re waiting for the dialectical flip. You’re waiting for the disgusting to become un-disgusting. Well, you’ll be waiting a long time. You’re waiting for transcendence to intervene. The hand of God, or the void, or whatever. For things to just … turn around, but that’s not going to happen. You’re waiting for the inversion to invert. For Deliverance. For the Miracle. But you’ll be waiting forever.
If only we have dialectical taste buds. If only we had dialectical capacities, as Livia had. Then this would be the sweetest nectar.
The thirteen bottle: our last chance to show that we have Livian taste buds. That our palates could be educated. Could be dialectised. That a ray from heaven could shine into our wine cups.
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