That thing is Freedom: the gift whereby ye most resemble your Maker and are yourselves part of eternal reality.
C. S. LewisBut now I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understood why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was not at all that it blotted out these sorrows, but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I somehow great and revered for feeling them.
C. S. Lewis