This thread is dangerously close to religion and politics! 
I often stop by our local roaster to receive communion. 
Unlike some above, I prefer my coffee (and women) hot with a nice roasty sweetness. Clean, fresh, organic, fair trade, worth every penny invested. Oh, that applies to the coffee, too. 
EPITAPH: Decades from now, no one will know what my bank balance looked like, it won't matter to anyone what kind of car I drove, nor will anyone care what sort of house I lived in. But the world will be a different place, because I did something so mind bafflingly eccentric that my ruins have become a tourist attraction.
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