I spend hours that turn into days and will eventually amount to whole years of my life over coffee. I find now it is less about the drink and more about the conversation, but not just conversation. I realized tonight we are desperate to know ourselves and be known by others. I am finding more and more we fail miserably at it. All the things we think we know we don't and worse still we are horrible at communicating what we are unsure about. There is a great chasm between us all that we could name The Fall. I wonder if it is part of the blessing from the One who desperately wants to be known by us? We are desperate to be drawn back into the whole that we departed from. We think friends are ones who like the same food, music, books, movies; because we believe that somehow this links the selves together. There is only so much we can convince ourselves of until you realize you have a fist full of dust. Loneliness is imminent and maybe our best whiff of reality. So why then do I continue to try to find myself in a cup of coffee? The culture, the aroma, the stigma, the comfort, the tradition, the addiction. Why do I search to find the thread between us? Because I am searching for a way home and we are from the same place and you remind me of a part of me I forgot I had. Because you may be the hand and I am the eye and without one another we are useless. Because I cannot say to you... " I don't need you." Maybe I will find you in the end and discover I never knew you at all because, "Nothing is yet in its true form"
