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Two scholars spent the better part of an afternoon in the local Starbucks arguing the theories of Evolution versus Creationism. Getting nowhere they decided to head for the coast to visit a popular local sage named Chung Lee who reputedly had the answers.

Upon arrival to his shack hidden amongst the dunes, they parked and started walking up a hill to where the old sage was sitting with his face towards the sea. After approaching him the old man turned, directed his eyes upon them and asked, “Where's the coffee?”

The two became puzzled. “Sir, one said, we were told you could help us with the greatest philosophical dilemma of our age. . . perhaps even give us some insight into the theories of which we are about to speak.”

Chung Lee answered, “Yes, of course, but go now, next time you come bring me a cup of Starbucks coffee, then we will speak of your theories.”

The following morning they returned bearing a large cup of Starbucks coffee. After greetings, they handed the old sage the cardboard tray and opened their individual portfolios, each anticipating a quick and decisive victory.

Chung Lee, while sipping his coffee quickly went over each theory, handed the papers back, looked out to sea and finished the coffee before beginning to speak.

“The two theories are mere disciplines, and although seemingly opposing views, upon deeper reflection are one and the same. The difference lies in your interpretation and in your desire to understand the mystery. But alas, the mystery cannot be contained in a theory, so you are beating
your learned heads against a brick wall.”

Going on he said. “Each is merely a doorway, and being so can never explain the goings on within the room. You need theory to find the doorway, but once opened this very same discipline becomes your stumbling block. Theory can never reveal truth, only the pathway to it.

The two looked at each other, excused themselves and walked back to the car.

“This is a wise man?" one asked. “He sends us for coffee, then he comes up with this gibberish?"

“Yes, it is strange,” says the other. “Yet his reputation is such there has to be something we are missing. Let's give him a chance to prove himself.”

The two go back to where the old man is sitting. “Sir, excuse us, but we don't understand. What are we missing?”

The old man held up the empty cup. “This cup will always contain the mystery, but as you smell of it, sip of it, and enjoy drinking it, you one day realize you don't really care how Starbucks made such a good cup of coffee, you are just glad they did. And thanks be to the mystery, as
long as there are people like you seeking to understand it, I will never have to worry about getting my morning cup.”

The old man smiled and returned his gaze to the sea.



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The following comments are for "The Tao of Coffee"
by jjwalters

the journey
Great story! What I'd do for a Starbucks coffee right now.

I agree life is a journey even if we don't know where the heck we're going. The mystery of life is maybe what makes it so special.

Insightful and humorous.

( Posted by: sandra [Member] On: October 24, 2007 )

Koan Head
Bravo! I loved your tale. "We are Starbucks. We are golden."

( Posted by: poeteye [Member] On: October 25, 2007 )





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