When I am inspired after drinking and social inhibitions are less pressing upon my conscience and my companions are similarly popped.
Outlandish ideas froth forth feverishly from far off fields of the furthest futilities of fancy frisking and fulminating frivolously much as pop does when the top is removed from the bottle.
But a well manured soil is needed and that's where reading rewards a raconteur's receptive rosy-lipped responder. Not any old reading mind you.
Literature is like wine. It has its vineyards and vintages too. It is unlike wine in that the cheapest has little or no effect whereas 12% is 12% anywhichwayup, or puyawhcihwyna if you prefer.
Only Pagan and Christian literature are worth the bother. There's never any subtle smut in the other stuff.
I saw a picture of the earth earlier taken from a satellite. It gave a much clearer picture of the middle-east than we get from down here.