So, let us drink a cup of tea.

"When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?

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."

-excerpt from The Elegance of The Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery

echoes of my thoughts exactly.

and for this I will drink tea as a ritual, likely for the rest of my life, and have tea stains removed from my teeth twice a year...and, might I add, be overjoyed to do so.