I started eating again yesterday, after three days of water fasting. Some fasters get strange revelations and divine insight. One book has a character called Moses who comes back with the law after 40 days of fasting. The only illumination I had was actually during my first proper meal, where I struggled with a bottle of hideous mongrel red wine. Determined, I finished the misbegotten concoction, and departed the scene hiccuping. My revelation was that vodka was the way forward. Far less volume. It never did Yuri Gagarin any harm, even when he was “completely drunk“.