To be drunken for ever: that is the only thing which matters! If you
would escape Time's bruises and his heavy burdens which weigh you to
the earth, you must be drunken.
But how? With the fruit of the wine, with poetry, with virtue, with
what you will. But be drunken. And if, sometime, at the gates of a
palace, on the green banks of a river, or in the shadowed loneliness
of your own room, you should awake and find intoxication lessened
or passed away, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the
bird, of the timepiece; ask all that flies, all that sighs, all that
revolves, all that sings, all that speaks--ask of these the hour. And
the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, and the timepiece will answer
you: "It is the hour to be drunken! Lest you be martyred slaves of
Time, intoxicate yourselves, be drunken without cease! With wine, with
poetry, with virtue, or with what you will."