Maybe if get lost we can find ourselves. Maybe the less sober one is, the wiser he or she becomes. Maybe ignorance is bliss. And maybe we are made up of 4 layers, the outer one, strong and dark and deep red wine. The 3rd layer is rose, not as deep but still mysterious and hidden. The 2nd layer is like white wine, not totally transparent as water, still holding some secrets. The last layer is as transparent as water, and only one’s self can be there.