High Entropy Coffee

In my childhood memories, coffee was Maxwell, a dark brown granule in a thick bottle, mixed with two sugars and two creamer, and in middle and high school, it was sweet vending machine coffee at the entrance to the local library, or blackened coffee that a half-dozen guys gathered to order just one cup to kill time under the watchful eye of the cafe's owner.   Then, the coffee I met at a cafe in front of Ewha Womans University, which was brewed with a tool called a siphon coffee brewers that looked like something out of a chemical laboratory, and the coffee I tasted somewhere in Jongno, which was ground by hand, shocked me like a Copernican transition in my thoughts about coffee.  Then, the Panama Geisha coffee that I met and fell in love with in Gangneung and Insadong is the one that gave me the courage to try roasting coffee for a living. 

There is a word called entropy.  Ask Google for the definition of this word.  If you ask, you will get a lot of headache words like closed system, thermodynamics, macrostate, microstate, probability, etc.  To put it simply, entropy is 'disorder' in the sense that in a closed system without external intervention (God's intervention), the degree of disorder increases (more and more) in the direction of time.   In everyday language, this means that without divine intervention (external intervention), the world would become increasingly disordered.  At first glance, it seems that divine intervention makes the world a more orderly and livable place to live, but in fact, order is a hierarchical order and a discriminatory order.  In other words, entropy is an important word to describe the law that a world without divine intervention will inevitably lead to a world where everything is equal, without differences, discrimination, and hierarchy.

 

The world I dream of is a world of equality.  But an equal world where differences are recognized.  It is an equal world that is full of life.  Not the kind of equality where everything is uncharacteristic equal without divine intervention and eventually converges to death, but the kind of equality where divine intervention is recognized as difference, so that the life force can ignite freely.  I believe that where this difference and equality are compatible, there is divine will. 

I dream of a coffee that is equal but different, a coffee that is not above or below but has different flavors and aromas, a coffee that is not discriminated against in taste even though there is a difference in price, a coffee that can be the most suitable in any place someday even though the degree of suitability keeps changing depending on the time and place.  I dream of a coffee that can fill me up anytime and anywhere, whether I brew it with a siphon or a chemex, whether I brew it with an espresso machine or a cezve, whether I grind the beans or melt the instant coffee, whether I drink it on a good day or a bad day, whether I drink it on a sunny morning or a rainy afternoon.

 

It's going to rain all day.

Rainy days are lazy days.  It's days like this that I line up my green beans, pick through the bug-eaten, bruised, and rotten ones, and wait for the sun to come out.   I want to roast, brew, drink, and share such high-entropy coffee, where I dream of equality without divine intervention, but where I simultaneously feel the vitality of difference created by constant divine intervention.