Wine revealed the nature of the universe.

Immersed in time to remember for realms of perception, suspended like clouds bubbling in a void.

Little do we remember what is free to discover. Dropping off bodies, remaining formless, ignorant of nothing. Radiant, glowing beyond measure, all centered in light.

Realizing the presence of shadows, absorbing and transcending their illusion is to see into the eyes of truth as ignorance dispells verbose.

These fleeting thoughts, waving in and out of awareness... somthing about them. At the moment verbal cognization suddenly strikes, trillions of cells wake from a dreamy slumber, stumbling through the world of their creation to record on a subtly more static system, stencils of their form, so that readers such as yourself who are lost enough to want to continue on in this stream to analyze it accordingly, may catch that same glimse which struck the typer of these words... so that the idea may propogate beyond it's original moment.

The brain's function is paritally revealed in it's intoxication, providing a contrast of experience by which to perceive the world through it slightly more objectively, while remaining one with it.