One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing.
But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply:
It is time to get drunk!
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone,ever.
The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamily self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.
We become ourselves beneath the running thoughts and dim images, wondering idly when we'll die.
This is how we live and think whether we know it or not.
These are the unsorted thoughts we have looking out the train window, small dull smears of meditative panic.
Clocks slay time
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels
Only when the clock stops does time come to life.
In life, we all have -
An unspeakable secret,
An irreversible regret,
An unkept promise,
An unheard request,
An irreplaceable loss,
An unreachable dream,
& an unforgettable first LOVE ,
Still, life is about being happy anyhow :))))
