You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the <br />only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks <br />your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually <br />drunk. <br /> But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be <br />drunk. <br /> And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of <br />a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, <br />drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, <br />the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything <br />that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is <br />singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and <br />wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be <br />drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be <br />continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-drunk/
