The Ontology of Coffee

“When our eyes are graced with wonder, the world reveals its wonders to us. There are people who see only dullness in the world and that is because their eyes have already been dulled. So much depends on how we look at things. The quality of our looking determines what we come to see.” ~ John O’Donohue

“The problem with certainty is that it is static; it can do little but endlessly reassert itself. Uncertainty, by contrast, is full of unknowns, possibilities, and risks.” ~ Stephen Batchelor

“The gods are fond of the cryptic and dislike the evident.” ~ Elizabeth Gilbert

It’s a noisy morning out on the highway but at least I seem to have caught up on my sleep so whatever. Made the coffee absolutely perfect – like how can you make a good pot of coffee before you’ve even had any to drink. It’s magic, I tell you. I recently have been thinking about getting a coffee maker that has a timer, where you can set up the brewing the previous night and have it start before you do in the morning, and you wake up to a fresh pot, already made. I’ve decided not to. For some strange reason I feel that the machine would cause me all kinds of ontological problems – like what was I before that first cup? Or why do I feel incomplete since I stopped setting up the machine in the morning? These issues go well beyond psychology or consumerism. Nuff said. Today is laundry day. I look forward to it. My Medicare begins on Monday. I could almost call it a mid-life crisis, but the truth is I don’t know what to make of it. I seem to be simply perplexed by the implications here, of the passage of time and the plasticity of currents within the mind. My thought experiment is to visualize sitting down on a comfy chair. Take a few deep breaths. Get centered. Now, say “I’m too young for all this to already be happening”. Then stand back up. Do you hear the sounds and feel the pains when you begin to move. That should answer your question about age and time and life and stuff. You ain’t too old, muchacho. Accept it gracefully and gratefully. Says me.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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