Do wanderers generally drink?

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Whether you're a young soul...


The cup of wine for us
      is mother’s milk.
If we don’t taste it
      we no longer live.

– Qushayri (11th c.)

Or an old soul...


A mystic is one
     who passes away —
He abides in the essence
     of that which is Real.
Such a person is pure,
     clear wine without dregs.
Now whole, he displays
     the Most Beautiful Names.

– Binavi Badakshani (13th century)

It's always the right time for a wee nip o' the critter!


“Know that waking is in proportion to drunkenness. Whoever is drunk in the Real is awake in the Real.”
– Qushayri



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NASRUDIN POPS THE CORK QUESTION
"Will you marry me, dar­ling?" asked Mulla Nas­rudin of his inamorata.
"Be­fore I give you my an­swer," this perhaps too very prim and proper young lady said, "I must ask you one all-important ques­tion,
and I expect you to be absolutely frank with me, as my decision depends on it: Do you ever drink any­thing?"
"Why, yes, I do drink--" said Nas­rudin proudly, "--any­thing. Thought you'd never ask! What do you have?"

[font=Times New Roman]ABSINTHE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER:[/font]


[font=Times New Roman]A CAUTIONARY TRAGIC TALE, FULL OF GRIPPING HUMAN DRAMA:[/font]


In the street of wineshops, when
      should I pray? since my
drunkenness and sobriety alike
      are all the same as prayer.
There, no one accepts the coin
      of righteousness, piety and self-denial:
The only good currency in that street
      is beggary.
None but the drunkard knows
      the tavern’s secrets —
how could the sober unveil
      the mysteries of that street?
As soon as I met those
      cunning haunters of the wineshop
I realized that other work than theirs
      is nothing but a fable.
Do you want a guided tour
      of the Mecca of Love?
Come, sit in the tavern, for the trip
      to Arabia is long and tedious.
They refused me entrance at first
      at the wineshop
so I went to the monastery
      and found an open door — but
I heard a voice from within the tavern
      crying, “‘Iraqi!
Open the door for yourself, the gates
      of drunkenness are always agape!”

– Fakhruddin Iraqi (13th c.)






A Moving Story Of Inspiration And Uplift For Us All

A man is in bed asleep with his wife one stormy night when there's a rat-a-tat-tat on the door.
He rolls over and looks at the clock, and it's half-past three in the morning.
He swears, and says, "I'm not getting out of bed at this hour," and rolls back over. 
A louder knock follows.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" says his wife.
So he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs.
He opens the door and there's a stranger standing at the door, in the pouring rain.
It doesn't take him long to realize that this man is drunk as a skunk.
"Hey there, pal," slurs the waterlogged and bedraggled stranger, "Can ya gimme me a push?"
"No, get lost! It's half past three! I was asleep in bed! And you shouldn't be driving anyhow!" growls the man, and slams the door.
He goes back upstairs and tells his wife what happened and she says, "Now, dear, that wasn't very nice of you. Remember the night
that we got stuck in the mud in the pouring rain on the way to pick up the kids from the baby sitter's, and you had to knock on some
man's door to get him to help push us to get us started again? What would have happened if he'd told us to get lost?"
"But the guy knocking just now is drunk," says the husband.
"It doesn't matter," says the wife. "He needs our help and it would be the kindly thing to do to help him, regardless."
So, muttering curses under his breath, the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs.
He opens the door, and not seeing the stranger in the downpour's gloom he shouts, "Hey, do you still want a push?"
And he hears a voice cry out, "Yeah, please!"
Still not seeing  the stranger, he shouts, "Where are you?"
And the stranger replies, "I'm over here, on your kid's swing-set."