Be always drunken... nothing else matters; that is the only question... If you would not feel the horrible burden of time, weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken... continually.
Drunken with what? with wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you will.... But, be drunken.
And if sometimes, on the stairs of the palace or in the the green side of a ditch or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and drunkenness be half or wholly slipped away from you.. ask of the wind, or of the wave,or of the star, or of the bird, or of the clock... of whatever flies or sighs or rocks or sings or speaks. Ask what hour it is? and the wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is hour to be drunken, to be drunken continually... with wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you will.
says Charles Baudelaire.
