You drink them to keep them high. Though they may not have souls, they replenish yours. When consumed too much, you lose track of the first that the latter was employed to suppress; sometimes one is forgotten, sometimes both. They grow stronger the more you take them, either in emotional quotient or in organic compound. They bring about silly, illogical behaviour, always. They're real, very real, though you can't always contain them in a cup. Sometimes they lose their way, but they always start out with the best intentions.
To Happy Spirits. Chin chin.