There's wisdom in wine.
The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.
The silence was an intense roar.
Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.