What did it mean? Was I drinking? Was that an attempt at humor? Was I trying to be mysterious by being vague and stupid?
There is an answer, but I would like to submit the actual answer doesn’t matter. Let us suppose that you grasp, fully and completely, every nuance of meaning I intended. So what? That is not generative. That is imitative. Don’t copy me. Any version of you is superior to an inferior version of me. How many people any more know how to sing in their own voices? How to be stupid and reckless and sanguine and loud?
I provide a sign in the wilderness. Walk up to it, then keep going. Or maybe in trying to follow my meaning you get lost. Figure out where you are, then explore. Surely there is something interesting there. Much of what I do might be seen as amounting effectively to spinning myself 9 times around, then walking until the night, taking care to see what I pass.
Does meaning inhere in statements, in the interpretive process, or in the creative synthesis of the two? Self evidently, I believe it is the last.
Be yourself. You can’t in any event be anyone else.