Champagne is the elixir of choice for the gregarious aristocracy. Red wine insinuates a hint of urbane mixed with an artistic and intellectual persona. White wine is the predilection of the dilettantes who treasure the mantra "carpe diem."
Competition and the superiority complex motivates all parties to deliver at the expense of the losers. The cheap beer consuming daredevils who swallow the rigors of a minimum-wage existence acclimate to the norms of their demographic. The dream of economical mobility or the desperate wrath of cynicism keep these folks from revolting.
Curiosity is the courtesan of the undisciplined mind. She pretends to be a non-alcoholic beer but her effects are nothing short of toxic. Curiosity is the murderer of our illusions. She is an unforgiving atheist. She leads us not to the gates of prosperity but to the dungeons of insanity.
Once you pick apart these illusions, Once you discover the hole in your infatuations, Once you succumb to the tyranny of your environment,
You taste not the wine nor the beer. You only taste the burn of the liquor.
