As I was poking around on the internet detracting myself with miscellaneous research I came across a blog post entitled The Religion of Coffee, which is actually broken up into two post. Intrigued, I read. I am a self proclaimed coffee lover, but would I call myself a devotee?
According to the first there are denominations of true coffee believers and a hierarchy of snobbery. Simply calling yourself a coffee lover is like saying you are Christian. It’s too broad, and wow, can it ever be broken down. According to that post I’d have to say I was more of a Starbucks attender because I enjoy most what the Brits refer to as Milk-toast. However, I do enjoy a good strong cup of just about any coffee brew.
I think often about what is in my cup. Lately it has become a preoccupation. I have talked and written about coffee. It is a wonderful beverage and metaphor. Could it be a philosophy? Perhaps. Others have already begun to take a deeper interest in that miraculous little bean. I enjoy my coffee thoughts, and those of others. I just don’t see myself becoming snobbish and elitist in regards to my beverage of choice.
However, as I continued to explore the deeper meaning of things I also came across this delightfully irreverent prayer.
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal™:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.
I don’t think I will ever raise my cup up to the status of a deity, but if one were to write a bible upon the innumerable virtues of coffee, I do believe that prayer should be included.
Coffee lover that I am, I must admit to my sacrilegious adoration for a childhood reminiscent mug of hot chocolate, and my complete appreciation for a divinely fine spot of tea to make any Brit smile in approval. But at the risk of offending even the tea devotees, I bask in the varying blends from iced to herbals. Life was not meant to be left untasted.
For those interested in posts that sparked my mental course: