Once upon a time, there was a group of wine lovers who loved nothing more than drinking a tasty goblet of fine wine. They carefully planned their wine-tasting parties, and even created a MeetUp group for it. They started small businesses to introduce more people to the glorious passion of wine and developing "the nose" for appreciating superb vintages. They collected books about wine and eagerly shared them with others. Some even created magazines and shared their expertise with others about how to find the best wine at bargain prices.Some wine lovers lived for "wine excursions" when they visited a special part of the world where vineyards grew. They relished the opportunity to learn even more about wine as they enjoyed drinking a new discovery. They would share these findings with other wine lovers and all were very happy. It was wonderful being a wine lover!
One day, during a wine party, one of the wine lovers suddenly gasped. He held aloft a cobalt blue wine bottle and exclaimed, "What is this? Such beauty! Such artistry! How divine is this bottle!"
Soon, other wine lovers were huddling around the man, eager to understand his delight so they, too, could experience it. He seemed so enthralled that they concluded there must be a good reason for such delirium.
Suddenly, another wine lover excitedly said, "Yes! Yes! The bottle is indeed beautiful! The color is magnificent! Let us write homages to this glorious form!" Soon, the wine lovers abandoned their glasses and brought their chairs around the table where they could stare intently at the bottle, murmuring how exquisite it was, how sublime, how they had never seen anything like it.
In time, the wine lovers abandoned their magazines, their outings, and their wine tours. New magazines came out about bottles. They visited bottle-making factories and listened carefully to the owners as they described how to make the most perfect bottle. Some former wine lovers fought for the chance to design a bottle and even abandoned their families as they stayed up late into the night working on their creations. A few even became addicted to the Internet as they scoured the websites of bottle designers and tried to steal ideas. Some joined message boards and argued about who had the best bottle design and bragged if they were chosen to be on a bottle design team.
There were competitions of how to design the best bottle. A few won awards and the Grand Prize Winner had her bottle featured in the Smithsonian. Those who didn't make the cut were told they were still worth something in life, maybe not as a Bottle Artist, but to still have hope. A few of those who were not chosen decided to give up bottles altogether and start drinking liquid from cans. "Who needs bottles?" grumbled more than a few fat and ugly former winos.
They definitely thought it was an unfortunate turn of events if someone showed up at a Bottle Party with last year's bottle design. It simply showed how ignorant they were of true bottle artistry and its progression from humble glass work to monumental artistic statements that rivaled other great works of art such as Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel.
One day, a wine lover came to one of the Bottle Parties and took a drink of wine. "This is fabulous!" She loudly proclaimed. Everyone stopped. One snooty young Bottle Artist said, "Um. It's not what's inside that's important. It's what's on the outside. Loser."
The wine lover looked at Miss Snooty with a mixture of amazement and pity. She raised her glass high. "My young friend, you have here an amazing glass of life, ready to be thoroughly relished and enjoyed! There is a perfect time for all things and this, my dear, is the perfect time to enjoy such a fine wine! The bottles serve a purpose, for without them, the wine could not be shared with our families and friends. We could not bring the wine to special celebrations and drink to the health of our loved ones. It would be hard to share without the bottles. But...it is just a bottle."
At that point, there was a loud cry from the Bottle Artists who told the Wine Lover she was simply ignorant and pedestrian. The Bottle Artists truly knew the 411 and wine wasn't it.
Meanwhile, another group gathered around this new Wine Lover and thanked her for reminding them of how much they really, really, really loved wine. They went back to gathering and talking about wine, drinking wine, and being quite satisfied with wine, even if it came out of a cardboard box.
And they lived happily ever after.
Now. Here is the inspiration for the above.
Drink up, me hearties! Yo Ho!