For the longest time, I have sworn that I would write a post about the concept and theory behind impermanence. I would write down ideas, draw links between my real life and those in books, and even start posts that were paragraphs in length. Suddenly the task became too big, and the longer I put the post off, the larger the ghosts in my draft box became.
That all changed when I got together on a weekend with the co-founder of the Consortium and began the process of creating (wait, this is a mouthful) "The Adventurous Gentlepersons Consortium presents Three Reservoir Road Premium Imperial Stout." The collaborative process of creating and designing this (technically Russian) Imperial Stout was therapeutic beyond measure. I was creating something out of nothing, pure enjoyment in my actions, and hidden deep within that creative process was the ability to stop time. When you are focused on a goal, consumed by it, it smothers you like a disease you welcome. You find yourself returning to it in your mind, and it.is.soothing.
During the months prior, I was obsessed by diagnosing and conquering impermanence. I have moved every year since I was 18. Every year like clockwork. From Martins Ferry, to Oxford, to Parkersburg, to Pittsburgh, to Chicago, to Wabash, I moved several times within those cities and then between them. I am a traveler by nature, and I would like to think a survivor.
It was the brewing process that enabled me to let go of all of that. It had odd way of structuring time and then taking it away. For example, you need to add hops at precisely the right time and in the right order to make a great beer. We would set the timer, committed to the addiction of time, and then retreat to talking, stopping time in its tracks. Rinse, repeat.
I had about nine pictures of the brewing process to add to this post, but I only think I need to include one. After all, things change.
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