I don't know who ever thought of this but I am in the middle of a fast - from drinking - and can't say that I see much benefit in this type of "life-style". Hence I am at 7pm perched in front of a coffee pot instead of flexing my wrist with a corkscrew. 3 nights without drink is the plan. Tonight is night number two. I can do the three nights. No prob. The question is why? "Why" is of course the eternal and universal question - and I suppose I ask that too. Why not drink? And why not tap into the drink within? Is it so self-destructive to reach for the corkscrew of life and the soul on a daily basis? Isn't it noble to go deep everyday and and take the pain of physical and emotional hangovers when they inevitably arrive? Oh! Coffee's ready! Mmmm. Hot. Perky. But no muse.
Ah, the will. The will to power, the will to survive, the will...not to imbibe, indulge, imbue. The will needs exercise, like any other muscle.
ReplyDeleteIt's true. And I know this "will" is in me. I will work it - for three days.
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