Imagine a fleeting moment, perhaps in the early hours of the day, when a profound existential dilemma strikes: Should I kill someone or have a cup of tea? This juxtaposition of such severe moral conflict with the soothing ritual of tea drinking raises a multitude of questions about the nature of our choices. What drives a person to contemplate violence, even hypothetically? Is it an overwhelming sense of frustration and disillusionment with the world, or perhaps a response to deep-seated anger? Conversely, what is it about a humble cup of tea that offers solace? The warmth, the aroma, the ritual of steeping—could these elements serve as a balm for the tumultuous thoughts swirling in one’s mind? And beyond that, how do we reconcile the gravity of lethal thoughts with the gentleness of a simple beverage? In moments of angst, which path truly leads to healing or clarity? Is peace found in contemplation or in the chaos of action?