And in the end...

The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make...

When in the course of human events it becomes self-evident that I have become far too busy to write all that needs to be written within these pages, I shall do my best to update as frequently as possible though I do not know how frequently that will be for I have discovered the joys of painting, but not painting in what could be considered a creative fashion for this painting is the painting of a sports bar whose owner I know and in his world, he feels that his bar will be open in about two weeks though those of us who are doing the work know that this is an unrealistic dream for there is much work to do before the first customer passes through the front door. And what is needed is bodies who can do some work, not the three to five of us who are doing our best to finish the work that must be done according to the rules and regulations of the great state where this sports bar will occupy...

And so I have been busy, very busy lately. And time is being sucked from my soul and will never again return and all the great works that I will produce have been put on hold though there may come a day when I find the time that I have lost and I will use it to its fullest to write the Great American Novel for which I will receive much fame and many honours will be bestowed unto me. And the world will be so much better for the words that I will share with it and all will be groovy in its own groovy way...

And so I do not have a great deal of time at the moment and such is life. There are things that I cannot change in this life, there are things that I must do during the course of my journey - so many things to do, so many people to meet, so many words to share with those who are brave enough to venture force into the wilds of CyberSpace. To those who are brave enough to read these words I shall do my best to entertain, inform and education. To those who will never read this I can only say that I feel sorry that their lives have missed the glories of all that I call My World...

And as I type these words I realize that my time to write is coming to a close for time keeps marching on towards its end and I have no way of slowing it down even in the slightest degree. I cannot stop its progress for it just keeps on keeepin' on. It just keeps on truckin'. Green means go, bay-bee and green is the color of my soul...

And I write this at this point during the Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month and there is much to ponder upon on this holiday at this hour. And all I can think of is how the world has changed in the short time I have spent here and how it will continue to change as I journey on my path. And change much like time cannot be stooped as it marches on. And I wonder if one can have time without change or change without time and I feel that I know the answer, but I have no means of proving the thoughts that are in my head for I do not have the time to reason all the scenarios out to their conclusion...

And funny are some of the changes that I have witnessed in these few years. I have witnessed the rise of a new religion in this country though many do not share my point of view, but it is a religion nonetheless. And this is the Cult of Green, not the green of my soul, my heritage, but rather it is the Environment Zealots that now dominate all political speak, commercial thought, and all the news that is fit to print. Nothing is more dangerous than a religious movement that dominates all aspects of life in a country. Funny it is that we should kneel before the alter of climate change when it is the fate of this world to change. This planet has been warmer than it is now, and it was warmer for more of its history than the current period I find myself in. There have been many swings in temperatures for there is nothing even remotely coming close to stability in climate and we are naive to think that we can control the weather of this planet let alone understand it. There was a time when England had the best wineries in the world. There were many periods during the life of this world when there were no ice caps at the poles. And so on and so forth and I could Babylon and on about the world, but I will do so though I feel I should for time is running out...

And my time is growing short as this planet's days grow longer ever so slightly as it journeys through this system. And my time grows shorter as the moon slowly spirals away from its planet. And there are things I cannot change just as I cannot change the fact that one day this world will be consumed by a dying star. Change happens and one either adapts and overcomes or one dies and such is this life...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...