Each day gives me cause to hope... For what no day can ever give me. Each day makes me weary from hoping... But to live is no hope and to grow weary.

Drink up !
Life isn't good or bad.
What we've given it is what it gives to us.
Today we drink wine in celebration,
Tomorrow we'll drink it because we grieve.
Everything is restored to what wasn't.
And no one knows what it is or what will be.