Death and resurrection.
Life after death.
Work after rest.
Isn't it like tasting the bitter of coffee without sugar?
So bitter.
So dark.
Death.
Yet after you drink it up,
you come up with bright view!
You can stay awake.
Your heart beats faster.
You feel life.
Resurrection!
As told in Ethiopian folklore that after Kaldi, the goatherd, discovered ripe berries, he brought to priests, but the priests threw them away to the fire at once thinking them hellish fruits, nevertheless the burnt beans brought about some good smells, and that was the beginning of a heavenly beverage that used to accompany priests during vigils. So, it is not uncommon for modern day pastors and theologians who stay up late in the evenings to be near by a cup of coffee!
A repost from my Facebook note (June 18, 2010):
In East Africa, popular lore gives Kaldi the goatherd credit for discovering coffee. He saw adult goats cavorting just like the kids after eating a strange shrub. Kaldi brought the berries to the monastery where the abbot threw them into the fire thinking them to be of the devil. This released of heavenly coffee aroma, and the berries were rescued. [Accordingly,] since it allowed the monks to remain alert during the devotions, it was viewed as a divine gift.
Thanks to goats for giving inspiration to make neat the enormously amazing beans. Without goats, life would be very miserable for all coffee lovers. Yes, without goats the best beverage of the world would not be discovered.
I recall a memory of my seminary years. My psychological professor said that when he had gone to heaven, the very first persons he would meet to be the discoverer of coffee. Well, if I meet him someday, I will say, "Sir, I bet you have to meet the goats, and say thanks to them!"
Yea, how could I not say it: "Thanks, Goat!"?
