Then let us drink a cup of tea.

The tea ritual:
such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes;
accesion to simple, authentic and refined sensations,
a license given to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste,
because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and of the poor;
the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue
of introducing into the absurdity of our lives
an aperture of serene harmony.

Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness,
lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us.

Then let us drink a cup of tea.

Silence descends,
one hears the wind outside,
autumn leaves rustle and take flight,
the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light.
And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.

— Muriel Barbery The Elegance of the Hedgehog