Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Coffee

I realize my love affair with C. arabica has gone too far. This morning, taking my first sip of hot water percolated through the ground roasted beans of that heaven-sent plant, I felt like a shade was lifted off the world, and a sense of peace and bliss much like the Saint of Avila must have felt descended over me.

I promise there's nothing but coffee in there...

2 comments:

MrStandfast said...

If beer is, as Ben Franklin opined, proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy, then I have no doubt that coffee is proof that God wants us to pursue super powers and have stained teeth. Not that that would be a good idea for a super hero.

I wouldn't worry about sacrilige on your sainthood comment. Be comforted by both the fact that I have crossed more hertical boundaires above, and the fact that St. Theresa was most likely a raving heretic herself. As long as coffee is not giving you insight into spiritual mysteries, or necromancy, then I think you're alright. It might be worth pursuing whether the Saint of Avila was in fact employing the sweet beans that islam (due to an incident with sheep activity as I recall) had forbidden.

At any rate I drink decaf usually. So I get none of the sweet rush of euphoria...

eLr said...

wow.

and I thought MY coffee fascination was bad!