War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.
Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."
They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.
Swim out of your little pond.
Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.