Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
I try to immerse myself in coffee. Not in a mediated psycho-physiological way, i.e. imbibing excess amounts of the substance.
I mean to really be at essence within, a part of, belonging to, identically synonymous with the coffee.
It must be that way.
Elements of burned foam correspond to nodes in the brain where the electrical signals fail to keep.
Caffeinated residue is akin to seminal fluid or female ejaculate. To be inside — or metaphysically inseparable from –:
that is as much divine as it is a necessary endeavour in
comprehending the symptoms of lived experience.
One could replace the fluid with ale or water,
but the constituent fundamental parts, the
in-itself of the molecular structure of the fluids,
differentiates them from coffee, & from inhabiting coffee in
the most peculiar & transformational of ways.
It is like metempsychosis, the transmigration of the soul into fluid:
supercooled helium reacts to
boundaries & friction differently than does
urine.
Hence, to identify with & be wholly, substantially
coffee is to take on an identity distinct from
& unique to ancillary substances. Coffee is
a teleology.
Preceding substances are steps on a ladder, categories in a hierarchy of
spiritual being. The phenomenal state of coffee is
eschatological, a gavel-sound in the ascension through
lived states. It is philosophically incongruent to rational
behaviour to aim for anything other than a complete bodily,
psychological, & identity transformation into coffee.
There can be only the caffeinated fluid, insofar as
all the rest is like the shedding of skin.