We’re supposed to hate it, this world. We’re being taught to hate it. Not to trust it. To look beyond it. To taste beyond it.
We’re to look upwards. And away. Never to be taken in. Never to be deluded.
No – we have to convert the poison. Turn the poison into something good. Is that possible? To convert the world, maybe.
It shows us the curse, this wine. It’s a curse – the whole thing. We know that. The poison that flows inside us is only a … confirmation. The lies we hear. They’re all part of the logic of the world, of the world’s unfolding.
In wine is truth, right? We know our compromise. We know we’ve been thrown into an abyss. Just by being born. Onto this planet. Into this world.
The original sin – is that it? To have been born at all. To be alive at all. To have lived at all. That’s the sin. This wine teaches us that.
Livia’s wine is the truest of wines. There’s nothing truer. It shows things. We’re seeing. We’re alert. Our ears are pricked up. We’re attending to it all. The whole … show. The theatre – their demonic theatre.
In wine is truth, right in this wine.
What is it true about?
The world – the state of the world. All things that are. It’s true about the Great Poisoning. And the Great Disabling. About what’s been done to us.
About the lies, too. The wine shows us the lies. We hear the lies as lies. We taste the poison as poison. We’re disgusted by what we should be disgusted by.
We woke in disgust. We came to be in disgust.
Nothing was ever unpoisoned. It was poisoned from the start. It began in poison and continues in poison. There was no truth – not from the start. It began as lies and continues with lies. That’s our original sin.
The pinnacle of our disgust. The summit of our disgust.
We have to climb upward. There’s an … ascent. A scrabbling upwards. And isn’t that our drinking?
We’re going up. We’re not clinging to the world. We’re fleeing from it. We’re scrambling upwards.
All the poison. The poisoned air. The poisoned rain. The poisoned lakes and rivers and seas. The poisoned earth.
The thickness of the poison. The way it presses down into everything. The way it’s fill our every particle. Saturates our every atom.
The way lies fill our ears. The way we hear nothing but lies. The way we lie to ourselves.
Are we going mad, or going sane? Are we saner than we ever were, or madder, much madder than before?
Our sanity and our madness. Our sickness and our … health. Is this sickness? Is this health – the greater health? Can it be called health? Are we still alive? Are we alive?
What’s made us like this? What’s so very wrong with us?
There should be a name for the depths of this … disgust. This mental state. Someone should diagnose us. But they’d never understand. They wouldn’t understand what’s wrong with us.
Because what’s wrong with us is the entire world. That’s what ails us: the entire world. What’s wrong is everything. Is all of this.
Work in Progress 