The gods said amongst themselves:

 

 

"Now man will be quite sad if we do not do something to gladden him so that he will enjoy living on earth and praise and sing and dance. Ehecatl, god of the wind, pondered in his heart where he could find some liquor to give a man to cause him to rejoice. So he gathered the bones of the virgin goddess Mayahuel and buried them. And from there a plant arose which they call metl (agave, maguey), from which the Indians make the wine they drink and in which they rejoice." - The Myth of Mayahuel, from the sacred texts of Pre-Columbian México