The world is a tavern, a tantalizing place. Many wines flow here — the wine of color, form and taste, the heady wine of intellect and ego, the smooth wine of intuition, the fiery brew of desires, the fine port of stories and the Cabernet of the singing soul. The Tavern is a kind of glorious hell that human beings enjoy, suffer and long for, a dangerous region where sometimes disguises are necessary. But never close your heart. Keep open there at all times. A coming apart, a crying out, begins in the tavern and the human soul turns to find its way Home.
-Coleman Barks, The Essential Rumi