`When a drunken man falls from a cart, despite the speed of the fall he does not die. In his bones and joints he is the same as other men, but in encountering harm he is different, because the daemonic is whole in him. He rides without knowing it, falls without knowing it; death and life, astonishment and fear never enter his breast, so when he collides with other things he does not flinch. If this is the case when you get your wholeness from wine, how much more when you get it from Heaven! The sage stores away in Heaven, therefore nothing is able to wound him.'