If coffee were like dreams then I would be wired in constant bliss never needing sleep to live out my dreams.

I think about this not like someone thinking but like someone breathingAnd I look at flowers and I smile...I dont know if they understand meOr if I understand themBut I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.

When true happiness shows up the ego is bored with it Its too plain too ordinary and it doesnt leave us feeling special or above the fray. It doesnt take away our problems which is the egos idea of happiness. The ego wants no more difficulties no ore sickness no more need for money no more work no more bad feelings only unending pleasure and bliss. Such perfection is the egos idea of a successful life. However the happiness the ego dreams of will never be attained by anyone. The ego denies the reality of this dimension where challenges are necessary to evolution and blissful states and pleasure come and go.