I was once smoking at night when the power went out and I was cast into total darkness.
Immediately, I noticed that pipe smoking wasn't nearly as gratifying as it had been only
moments earlier, so I believe there is a strong visual component that keeps me engaged.
There is a lot of ritual behavior -- which I also seem to enjoy. I noticed over time that
I avoid blends that are low in nicotine, which says something about my motivation; but for me,
flavor reigns supreme.
Nearly all my smokes are pleasing, obviously they would be; but every now and then a bowl of
tobacco becomes so deeply and completely gratifying that I feel my spirit has been transported
to Elysium. It's an ineffable transcendent experience. I practically live for those moments.
There is a story that Mark Twain's doctor advised that he could lengthen his life by ten years
if he would stop smoking. With characteristic wit, Twain quipped that the doctor had no idea
how little he valued a decade without tobacco. I pretty much feel the same way.
Smoking a pipe also makes me look verrrry cool. :
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