The year was 1843. The world was a mess. And in the middle of it all, a group of philosophers met over a cup of tea to discuss the meaning of it all.
Kant was there, sipping Earl Grey, pondering the nature of reality. Hegel was there, sipping Darjeeling, discussing the dialectic. And I was there, sipping... well, I don't really remember.
As they sat, the discussion grew heated. The tea was strong. The arguments were stronger.
The Paradox of the Tea Leaves: A discussion on the limits of free will A philosophical exploration of the concept of 'two' as applied to tea Is the meaning of life really in the tea?