“Come, the house of hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is weak as the wind.” 

Hafiz 

Thanks be to Dionysus, the god of wine, of ecstasy. Apollo in honor, but reason is not enough, it often dries up on the shores of liveliness. Nature has always offered us different ways to get drunk. 

The drunkard lets himself go, perhaps staggers at times, and celebrates in the ballroom of life. In drunkenness, yet fully awake, the moonlight grows on things. In drunkenness you can sing. If you have drawn this card, it is about dealing with addiction in a non-judgmental way. 

“Come in, my dear, from this harsh world that has poured a shower of stones on your delicate face. Our toast: a toast to the courage of each soul! Bring all your wine to this wonderful table, the Earth. Let us share! Should your wine cellar be empty, the whole universe could drink from mine forever.” 

Hafiz