Bacchus

What is the shape of life... The dazzling round sun at noon, the spherical star that burns like a fireball, the tungsten filament of the incandescent lamp spiraling up in a double spiral... Or, the swaying wine glass, the refreshing coconut juice in the hot zone, the Lego ivory tower made of knowledge, the dancing butterflies under the moon... In the dark places, the damp places, the filthy places, the holy places, the creeping and crawling places, the light and contemptible depths and appearances... Not only are they singing happy and sad songs, but life also begins to ferment along with it, and what's inside is... When life has no shape, why should we live?