Inheritance is the wine.
Social order is the aging wine skin.
It’s nearly time to pour out the contents.
Lest the wine skin burst in a great torrent.
Grapes do not drink wine.
It is the caretakers who consume.
The wine does not know it is contained.
It only perceives itself as preeminent.
Still, the delicacy of human tradition will be poured out for consumption.
Each caretaker to consume his portion.
Who, among men, give this considerable thought?