An Ode to Coffee

Kaldi, the old goat herder, walked along the well-worn paths of his ancestors, intuitively knowing the right mixture of sternness and tenderness needed to get goats from point A to point B safely and efficiently.

The lines in the old man’s skin, weathered from years under the sun, seemed to tell their own stories of ancient traditions. These traditions made life manageable and predictable.

On one particular day, as the sun lazily dipped beneath the horizon, Kaldi noticed something that made him stop in his tracks: one of his goats was jumping up and down, bouncing here and sprinting there. These were decidedly un-goatlike behaviors.

He noticed another dancing goat, and then another. Here was one jumping up onto a rock; here was one running around erratically. Kaldi’s calm and docile herd had transformed into a mosh pit of excess energy!

His experienced eyes scanned the grazing ground, seeking an explanation amidst the familiar terrain.

One question consumed our goat herder: why?

And t…