Our struggle is not only against flesh and blood, but against professors, against papers, against deadlines, against the darkness of fatigue and yet, if Coffee is for us, who is against us?
No margin width, nor page length, nor any word count shall be able to separate us from the Love of Coffee. The lips of our mugs and mouths should greet each other with a holy kiss, for the Love of Coffee is in both of them.
Remember brothers and sisters that this Hell Week is but a light affliction, all our rubbing, focusing and blinking of eyes are working towards our professors' ever-exceeding and eternal work of grading.
Behold, I tell you a mystery; we will not all stay asleep, but we will all be changed: through the course of a mug our eyes will twinkle, as the beans are ground and the pot is brewed, the aromas will waft unbelievably, and we will be changed.
Truly brothers and sisters,
which strengthens me
and (at least this week)
It is not I who live,
but Coffee, who lives in me.
Amen
hahahaha, love this one :D
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