"Better Living Thru Chemistry." Yes. If one photo sums up my Life, it is the one above. Existential Dread is the "Darkness on the Edge of Town," of my world. How to "escape," that Darkness? How to head in the total opposite direction? One cup of coffee at a time. It is in the early morning hours, laying helpless in bed, when my dread reaches it's epic proportions. The only solution, get up, fire up the coffee maker, and luxuirate in a bachannal of hot, rich cups of well-brewed bean. Yes. Chemistry. It's a crutch, an addiction. No doubt. But it's true, the coffee works wonders. A magical concoction. Every cell in my body wakes up, Life surges thru me, Energy is stoked, yes, Energy is Eternal Delight. One must pick their poisons with intelligence. This morning it is a hearty, deep & rich, sort of velvety French Roast. Yes. Heavy Medicine. I am surely, and happily addicted to the healing, energizing, powers of a handful of shiny little coffee beans. I enthusiasitically indulge every damn morning. Zaps the Dread, vaporizes it into tiny, inconsequential wisps of nothingness. Helps me keep the Dread firmly at bay, at least until the early hours of next morning. I truly am like an emotional & intellectual ping-pong ball. Still, I find Better Living thru life-affirming and enriching Chemistry.
