the truthThe world survives into another day
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me...
Another day, another coffee shop that I have found myself in though this is somewhat new though not new enough for it to really matter. I sit and type about the world that is around me and the onlookers watch wondering about what I am typing about though I am not using my PDA as I had done in the past for today I am using my Palmtop PC so the regulars that have come to know me, know that this is a new and very different device that I am banging away at...
If they only knew...
If they only knew that I am watching them as they watch me whilst I type. If the only knew that I am typing about them. If they only knew the thoughts that are contained within my head...
But they do not though they could visit my Blog and read all the thoughts that come to the surface long enough and at the correct moment for me to type them. They could know that it is I that is the observer of all the surrounds me, which includes them at this time. I can sit here and marvel at all those who have a need to consume a bit of coffee in a variety of strange and unusual forms. I can marvel at those who are seated far from and yet I can hear their entire conversation that they are having with someone unseen on the other end of the cell phone connection. I can watch the traffic as it goes to wherever it is going, never stopping long enough to smell the coffee. And I am only interrupted by the very brave who are curious enough to know what I am doing. "What's that? Is it a PDA?"
"Nope, it's an old Palmtop PC..."
“Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm writing my next Blog entry about sitting in a coffeehouse..."
"Cool."
And on and on the merry chat goes and where it stops, I'll never know. It is interesting writing here when there are many people and some have a need to interact with other humans. I personally do not have a need to speak to others that surround me though if they wish to talk, I will talk with them for as long as they wish. Or I can just sit here and type about my surroundings, watching those who watch me, and I will be content...
I can sit and watch and wait for a sign. Or I can sit and watch and wait for the end of the world. It makes no difference to me what I am waiting for. Here I am and here I'll wait for something to happen. What that something is I do not know though I hope it's a surprise...
And I sit and I see before truth, actually "Truth" in five different fonts, three different colors, and four different sizes. I wonder if there is some significance to this arrangement of letters with the "u" being grey and the second "t" being blue and the largest amongst the letters. The "r" and "h" are both black, the same font and the same weight. The capital "T" is also black, but it a bold font somewhat larger the "r" and "h" and yet smaller than the "u'...
What is my mind to make of this hodge-podge of letters that spell the "Truth"? Is there truth in chaos? Does the path of truth mangle one's soul so that it is not pretty though it is still recognizable as what it is? There are so many mysteries in this existence for which I can never hope finding the truth. The more I search, the more it is thrown at me from every angle and in varying degrees and hues. (An aside: mmmmm, they have pumpkin cheesecake) How will I know when I find the truth if I will be able to recognize it for what it is? Will it appear to me as a great mystery or will it be plain as the words that I see before me? And what if I never find it or if I find it, but not see it? Will the truth be all that difficult that I will not be able to know that it is the answer to all my dilemmas?
Wave after wave of people pass me as I sit here and watch maybe one of more will stop by to grasp for the revelations that talking with me will provide them; maybe talking to me will allow them to find their truth in some things. Though it is possible that I will remain just another roadside attraction on this journey known as life. I really should charge admission to those who wish to venture into my little corner of the world - a quarter to watch, fifty cents to interact with the circus freak...
And now my time here is coming to a close and I shall venture off to somewhere else along this road and I shall discover the truth in strange and out of the way locations off the beaten path. And the truth may surprise me or it may just slowly appear before me much like a bank a fog rolling of a vast sea that I gaze upon, mesmerized at this is all that is before me. My tale for this day has come to close and I shall bid this coffeehouse a fond farewell for there is much to do and see on this path that I must follow...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me...
Another day, another coffee shop that I have found myself in though this is somewhat new though not new enough for it to really matter. I sit and type about the world that is around me and the onlookers watch wondering about what I am typing about though I am not using my PDA as I had done in the past for today I am using my Palmtop PC so the regulars that have come to know me, know that this is a new and very different device that I am banging away at...
If they only knew...
If they only knew that I am watching them as they watch me whilst I type. If the only knew that I am typing about them. If they only knew the thoughts that are contained within my head...
But they do not though they could visit my Blog and read all the thoughts that come to the surface long enough and at the correct moment for me to type them. They could know that it is I that is the observer of all the surrounds me, which includes them at this time. I can sit here and marvel at all those who have a need to consume a bit of coffee in a variety of strange and unusual forms. I can marvel at those who are seated far from and yet I can hear their entire conversation that they are having with someone unseen on the other end of the cell phone connection. I can watch the traffic as it goes to wherever it is going, never stopping long enough to smell the coffee. And I am only interrupted by the very brave who are curious enough to know what I am doing. "What's that? Is it a PDA?"
"Nope, it's an old Palmtop PC..."
“Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm writing my next Blog entry about sitting in a coffeehouse..."
"Cool."
And on and on the merry chat goes and where it stops, I'll never know. It is interesting writing here when there are many people and some have a need to interact with other humans. I personally do not have a need to speak to others that surround me though if they wish to talk, I will talk with them for as long as they wish. Or I can just sit here and type about my surroundings, watching those who watch me, and I will be content...
I can sit and watch and wait for a sign. Or I can sit and watch and wait for the end of the world. It makes no difference to me what I am waiting for. Here I am and here I'll wait for something to happen. What that something is I do not know though I hope it's a surprise...
And I sit and I see before truth, actually "Truth" in five different fonts, three different colors, and four different sizes. I wonder if there is some significance to this arrangement of letters with the "u" being grey and the second "t" being blue and the largest amongst the letters. The "r" and "h" are both black, the same font and the same weight. The capital "T" is also black, but it a bold font somewhat larger the "r" and "h" and yet smaller than the "u'...
What is my mind to make of this hodge-podge of letters that spell the "Truth"? Is there truth in chaos? Does the path of truth mangle one's soul so that it is not pretty though it is still recognizable as what it is? There are so many mysteries in this existence for which I can never hope finding the truth. The more I search, the more it is thrown at me from every angle and in varying degrees and hues. (An aside: mmmmm, they have pumpkin cheesecake) How will I know when I find the truth if I will be able to recognize it for what it is? Will it appear to me as a great mystery or will it be plain as the words that I see before me? And what if I never find it or if I find it, but not see it? Will the truth be all that difficult that I will not be able to know that it is the answer to all my dilemmas?
Wave after wave of people pass me as I sit here and watch maybe one of more will stop by to grasp for the revelations that talking with me will provide them; maybe talking to me will allow them to find their truth in some things. Though it is possible that I will remain just another roadside attraction on this journey known as life. I really should charge admission to those who wish to venture into my little corner of the world - a quarter to watch, fifty cents to interact with the circus freak...
And now my time here is coming to a close and I shall venture off to somewhere else along this road and I shall discover the truth in strange and out of the way locations off the beaten path. And the truth may surprise me or it may just slowly appear before me much like a bank a fog rolling of a vast sea that I gaze upon, mesmerized at this is all that is before me. My tale for this day has come to close and I shall bid this coffeehouse a fond farewell for there is much to do and see on this path that I must follow...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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