Posted: 29 Jan 2011 05:00 AM PST
Before my morning coffee I have about as much personality as a traffic pylon.
The morning brew is a ritual, pilgrimage, and sacred passage — it is the rite from which the day may henceforth begin. The aroma of the ante meridiem percolation beckons the awakening, the effervescent arousal of the mind to all that lay ahead.
Thus, morning coffee is something of a metaphor for world peace. The religions of others may not involve worship at the alters of caffeine in the sacred, Swiss waters of frothy, roasted beans, but it is precisely because I know the importance of my own rites and practices that I can affirm the importance of the rituals, pilgrimages and sacred passages of others.
The amazingly well written word.