There Are Thousands Of Wines That Can

You Sit Here For Days Saying, This Is A Strange Business. You're The Strange Business. You Have The Energy Of The Sun In You, But You Keep Knotting It Up At The Base Of Your Spine.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

Beyond The Rightness Or Wrongness Of Things There Is A Field, I'll Meet You There

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

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."