January 13, 2005
The coffee bean is crowded in the dry heat of the jar. He is dreaming, dreaming the damp leafy sun blessed sky dream again. Where does it come from? There are nearly a thousand of them in this jar, collective consciousness, simultaneous conversation and each one sorting each message out clearly, perfectly. They are collectively aware of their surroundings outside the jar. With the others, he feels the jar shaking while the level falls into the grinder, and pieces of their awareness are carried away. They watch with curiosity, wondering why their messages aren't returned from those who leave.