when I was in high school and hated my little farm town that my family had moved me to, I rebelled by listening to korean music. odd girl.

I got this random trance cd, and there was this beautiful song with a girl speaking over it, saying 'ask the wind, the birds what time it is...it's time to get drunk!'

Today, about 5 years (add or minus a few) later I finally found out what she was reciting, and I was relieved to know it wasn't Korean engrish:

One should always be drunk. That's the one thing that matters. In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time, which breaks your shoulders, and crushes you to the ground, one should be drunk without ceasing.

But on what? On wine, on poetry or on virtue, as it suits you. But get drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the lonely gloom of your room, you wake up, the drunkenness already abated or completely gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that flies or groans or rolls or sings or speaks, ask everything what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer: 'Time to get drunk. In order not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk. Get drunk ceaselessly. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as it suits you.'

He's a fascinating man. I always find indulgently decadent people intriguing. It's probably because I try to be the same way. Equating passion to drunkenness. Dionysus would be proud.

Hedonism is the only way to go in this world for you only live once. But better yet, you only die once.