The Elixir of Muse

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How could mere liquid sludge conjure such creativity among professionals? How can being jacked up on hot bean juice fire the imagination and fuel success?

The Elixir of Muse

 

I haven’t always enjoyed coffee. In cold weather a cup of the vilest brew warmed my hands. It’s steamy scent tantalizingly tickled and opened my olfactory senses. With cup in hand I fit into the crowd. But I still didn’t get it. Highly intelligent beings would not thrive, could not function, without this nefarious mélange.

How could mere liquid sludge conjure such creativity among professionals? How can being jacked up on hot bean juice fire the imagination and fuel success? Could I be missing the single most vital infusion of professional triumph? Was I missing something from this brownish-black liquid soul poem that would get my professional career off the grounds?

I had to surrender and plunge its depths. A sip led to four, then six, then another cup, please. Such a strong, pungent sapidity had never before crossed the threshold of my palate. Such piquancy I had not experienced the like of in a heretofore lifetime. Like no other drink in history, coffee is reputed to give temporary shelter to artists, poets, and the downtrodden. It is the world before you in a single cup; it is a marauder’s map to a mysterious journey. Thus, coffee became to me.

Now when I arise it faces the day alongside me as the warden of my resourcefulness. As I am infused with its powerful endowment, creativity, and literary vitality burst forth like sunshine that burns away early morning haze. Indeed, this once nefarious broth has become for me the very elixir of muse.

My coffee conundrum turned out to be instructive. Not everything needs to be intellectualized and thought through. Inspiration can come from anywhere, at any time; from places both exciting and sublime...and caffeinated. 

 

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