considering the essence of coffee, one must ponder the profound question of existence as socrates might have. one could argue that in the act of consuming coffee, a ritual many fail to notice, there lies a hidden, almost enigmatic solution to the fatigue of life, echoing the depths of our unnoticed daily grind. yet, in critically examining the foregoing discussion, one is compelled to ask, just as descartes might have in his methodological skepticism, whether this brewed concoction is but a mere distraction, a deceptive serum forcing us to reset to the beginning of our quest for truth, while silently eroding the foundation of our cognitive faculties, leading us into an abyss of dependency masked as wakefulness.