Who has the time to create any wine when confusion had diluted the atomic sensibilty of truth. For whirlwinds and hurricanes sweep down to blow everything away which is not deeply rooted within the mind of the earth. Due to a higher reasoning, no one can whisper to blindness corruption- the antipathy of success that slowly broiled into dishonor- because if we do so, then, we are ,over time, become the casualties of denial. The air around us wasn't created by us and yet it uses us keeping us alive to do it's masterful deeds/misdeeds. And this truth deems us to become examples of what we should and should not be or how to live and not live. It is in us and runs through us but, nevertheless, we fail by not realizing that it is even there to begin with. Man!, isn't that so clear. We are no more and no less particularly when it doesn't, I mean does exist. Isn't it true? Isn't it so true about me and you? You can't fight it nor take delight in it because of what you see even when your eyes are closed is not your own but what it gives you to see. So your still you and I 'm still me and we make the whole world even more complete. And yes, of course- Yes!. I've falling with madness. To consider the origin of dissemination in thoughts to produce my own believe, I can only attest that my comprehension is embedded in what it wants me to believe- nothing more and nothing less. And that, my friend, is the revolution of confusion: we have no control. Clarity streams forth from its hands to us until time doesn't allow us to know any further. And, at that point, it indiscrimminantly removes it's breath from us causing death to ensue. Now!...Do you, understand?