It seems to be about the narrators awakening freedom from religious dogma. Our protagonist is in the midst of getting hammered with a bottle in their hand as if it's become a base exercise of life to forget people or somebody they lost, whose face and talks are becoming a blur. The mundanities of everyday life are there waiting, off to work we go, forget about a labor of love i.e. another lie they were taught in sunday school to keep them in line. So they awaken to the fact that everybody's doing what they want anyway so maybe they should too.
It seems to be about the narrators awakening freedom from religious dogma. Our protagonist is in the midst of getting hammered with a bottle in their hand as if it's become a base exercise of life to forget people or somebody they lost, whose face and talks are becoming a blur. The mundanities of everyday life are there waiting, off to work we go, forget about a labor of love i.e. another lie they were taught in sunday school to keep them in line. So they awaken to the fact that everybody's doing what they want anyway so maybe they should too.