Living in my own private Ramadan

The Muslim holy month begins today. I think their self-imposed deprivations are harder than mine. I'm overcoming custom and habit, they're suppressing basic needs. Intentionally changing custom and habit has led so far to some reflections on self-improvement and the society in which I move. The point of fasting is to attain spiritual wisdom rather than mere insight into the workings of this life. This program of mine hasn't yielded any spiritual fruit yet, but I remain open to it.

I notice I haven't been drinking as much coffee - none at all the last two days. A mug of tea in the morning and one in the afternoon seems about right. This is not a substitution. I used to drink two to three cups of coffee on top of the tea consumption. I'm giving my urinary system a vacation.