Bean Knows No Borders

The bean, since its discovery, has served itself to the many. Legends had to say that its consumption wasn’t restricted to humans alone. Several species might have tried their appetite on these seeds. But their lacking in bringing out the hidden caffeine might have not appealed them much. Above caffeine is the process of roasting and the release of aroma that remains to be in the spotlight. And their lacking in such a craftsmanship has ensured the bean to be a human’ cup. A friend perhaps, that has emerged from the lands of fuel. Certainly, has for long, fueled machines, and then, we, humans. No wonder, it carries along with it the status quo of being, the world’s second most traded commodity. Can borders ever be placed on such a fueled compassion? Even upon placing them, could they be of importance for determining trade relations? A complicated web of diplomatic relations is portrayed vibrantly, but shall businesses that revolve around providing value adding products/services to the globe fall prey for such barriers? Hasn’t humanity evolved itself to share its land bounded uniqueness along the fluid currents in a timeless manner? In all cases, trade had been fundamental in understanding and accommodating the diversified ways of living. If it wasn’t for the urge to seek, would trade even sprout itself to life? Especially of a circular nature? The complication of barter was well simplified by the introduction of monies, but the plural it was split to might have further complicated the intent to simplify. The sovereignties and their associated institutes that had upheld the responsibilities of circulating these monies carried with them, the minds of that particular geography. The minds of all the flora and fauna that the bordered soil could have ever raised. Across these separations and divisions, flows in the integrated brew with an effortless mission of uniting differences. The journey of a bean from its sow to its sip seems to have exchanged many hands to land that perfect cup for an individual or a sect. Unlike the regular fuel that pushes machines by a calorific value, this fuel appears to be graded by additional layers to suit palatable tongues and an olfactory perception. Impossible it is to have a standardized brew for all, but the cup that holds this elixir need no differentiation. From clayed pots to ceramic cups, the purpose of serving a palatable brew remains the same. In this day and age of many diverse fields, can’t a common ground be found? If found, would it be lost to an ever-fluctuating impulse? Even when lost, wouldn’t the bean bring us back? It’s the script and vocals that distinguish languages, phonetics and the differences there on, that exist to satiate this pursuit of expressing truth. But the slurping sips across stay indistinguishable, while the quenching thirst doesn’t appear to be different after all. Not only among the human race, but species in cumulation. The craftsmen with their brewing techniques could have an edge over the speechless ones, but at the end, it’s for this aromatic elixir. In moral definition, the term, “prey”, could seem rather cruel and defaming, but the food cycle is such, that an escape from it would be a selfish motive. Safeguarding is important, indefinitely, but conservation has always had its limitations in relation to exploitation. The realization of this web had made us conscious about conserving, a trait that none of the predators have ever held nor the prey have ever grasped. In ignorance have we forgotten to conserve and been reminded to exploit? The boundary that doesn’t clarify itself has turned these life-filled trunks to lifeless furniture. The least to complain, as this piece gets written while being seated on one of the softest couches. An acknowledgment would go a long way in defining one’s demand, which might not help in conservation, but certainly would aid in avoiding an exploit. Explore is the term at play, for this field has to stage the many players that are yet to taste the sport. May how tiring the game could get, the time outs are best filled with this stimulating brew, that would inevitably help players in cherishing the importance of healthy competition. The biased supports from a diverse set of audience on the stance is to be floating on the surface. Despite the differentiating thrive seen in speciation, a dive into their depths, would show us the unbiased independence that remains similar through the progression of time. Dive with us, into this ecstatic state of presence, as the flowing currents stay busy in blurring out the bordered differences on land. Let’s meet the silicate filled mantle in our journey to the ferrous core, to eventually realize the importance of binary bits that wraps itself around a highly magnetizing mass. Where’s the electricity to feel the field, we ask? The synapses in our thoughts, answers time. Let’s feel you soon, while you sip by the shore that just won’t stop conversing with the moon!  

The border that identifies a difference gets roasted for a bean that defines preference