It’s okay. Give into the arms of Dionysus

We’re all doomed; might as well drink.

We should celebrate! Might as well drink.

We don’t like each other, but we must make nice; drinking it is.

We love each other; let us open up and drink.

Let us open our hearts and penalize our livers. Let’s let the frenzy command and be slave to the hungers of our hearts, if not our stomachs. Let’s let our minds let go; let us drink in the Greek style tonight and barely water the wine!

Let the chemicals attack our useless physical bodies but make our minds awake and alive.

Who needs the real, the true physical world.

All we need is the virtual world of our mind, which is not some Year 7500 virtual Universe, but merely 3000 Before Christos, and wine, wine, so much wine.

We have never needed anything but rotten grapes.

Never let anyone fool you otherwise.

There is no mind. Sentience is a cruel lie designed to torture you with foresight. Only the Grape, the true, the blushing, embraces your brain so that you no longer need fear it.

Fear not your brain; drown it in the Grape.

Let the Grape have your brain, the new brain and the old brain. Let yourself have nothing and be free.

Dionysus, if I had a mind worth taking, it would be yours. But no-one does; and this, this secret you know best of all.

Thank you.

Lift a glass.

Hail!

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