"Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine."

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And the lesson was this; sit in the sun, head down, within a prickly vine, in a flickery light, or open light, and the world will come to you. The sky will come in its time, bringing rain, and the earth will rise through you, from beneath, and make you rich and make you full.

— Ray Bradbury