I avoid lines. In Canada, we have a coffee franchise called ‘Tim Hortons’. It is somewhat of a cult that has average human beings standing in lines for the majority of their adult life praying to the double double.
As I sip my coffee and contemplate the message, I can’t help but think of service. When I think religion, I think service. My first thought is that Tim Horton’s is serving all of these people. My second thought is that Tim Hortons is taking from all of these people and serves industry. “It’s just another corporate whore dancing for its master”, he says as the creamy coffee flavored beverage cascades down the inner center of his body.
I can imaging people growing their own food and learning to share the produce with one another. I can envision local farmers supplying meat, wheat and greater quantities to their communities. I can see the end of a fossil fueled era. I just cannot see the bridge from A to B.