“….but not a drop to drink”
Coleridge, in his Rime of the Ancient Mariner, both expressed the conscience of a man who had done wrong and the worry of our times: how do we rectify a bad choice? What do we do when there is not enough water? What does the human become? What is the future?
Even as we ‘live it up’ for a joyous weekend, are we looking to a future where we thrive, or just survive?