Dreams are given to you when you’re young enough to dream them...

Before they can do you any harm. ...

And so I have found myself in the coffee shop that I am normally sit in looking off into the distance and realizing that I have a tendency to sit here looking as I do on days like today when the skies are gray and heaven's open up upon the world and wondering why this tendency exists and if it is a conditional of my childhood or whether it reaches back much further to something that occurred when my genes emerged from the cave so very long ago...

And I sit here and watch the people run to and from their vehicles when all the while there is no shelter from the storm, no salvation for the wicked, nowhere to run when the end is nye and the fate of mankind is a certainty. There is no turn back when one decides to jump on this ride, there are no u-turns permitted on the road of life only the toll booth at the end of the trip and one must pay the ultimate price to exit. And so it is and so it has always been from the beginning...

And I watch the world beyond the window and I know what the truth is and I shall share it with all the world though I shall not mention this fact to those who feel the need to scurry about in the rain for they must seek the truth and the truth shall not be presented to those who are not ready to accept the words that are written upon these many pages. I shall not shout from the mountain tops, I shall not preach from the street corners, I shall not stand before the congregation, I shall only reveal all to those who drink from the Cup of Coffee and who wish to know all that this world holds for them. And the number of these are few though and yet it is they who shall inherit this earth and it is they who shall reign over this world when the governments of this planet have all ceased...

And as the storm clouds gather off in the distance such happy thoughts fill my mind though the Coffee fills my belly with such warm and creamy goodness. And the large masses of gray follow US Rt. 30 East as the devour all that stands before them. And the road is of historic importance just as the words that flow from my fingers like so much Coffee into so many more cups. And the road is much like the Information SuperHighway that goes on and on for a great distance but may not lead one to where he or she is going but sometimes the scenery is nice to look at. And so I find my self sitting in another roadside attraction on this road to the sea and I wonder where my road will lead me and what roadside attractions will grab my attention as I too head for the sea...

And all those who surround me are on their own highways off to wherever it is they are going and they too find themselves in this roadside attraction on this given day and their thoughts do not seem to roam as far as mine do though I have to expect that I am alone in my thoughts and my outlook on this world that stretches off to some unseen point in the distance. Where is it that the storms go to die? If I could only find that point and put a coffee shop in the universe who be complete...

And the signs of human life are all around me and I cannot make them go away – the idle chit-chat, the talking upon the cellular phones, the typing upon the multiple keyboards, the sounds of people coming and going all invade my thoughts but the silence of nothingness is far worse. And so it be when the universe finally decides to its time is done. And if I could manage to hang on until the last star expends its last atom of fuel what a sight to behold. And nothing will remain, not these words, not the planet the were written in, not the solar system that they were once stored in, not the universe that once contained my thoughts, nothing – it shall all be gone...

And out the window before me, the rains have grown stronger and the winds more intense and I sit here with my Coffee thinking about when it will all be gone – the ultimate end of all things. And I watch the people as the try to avoid the rains when they will be gone at some point. Why don't they rejoice in the fact that they are experiencing something at will be gone someday? If I could only see one person out of all those who come and go have the understanding that I have and celebrate the fact that on this day in the history of the universe at this spot there is a beautiful rain storm. If there was only one, but I alone rejoice in this fact and I alone understand that this is temporary state that will one day be absent from this reality for I alone can see beyond the facade of all that is flashing before me, I alone document this life with full understanding that it will be gone...

And the clouds that slowly push east begin to turn back to white and I find it very appropriate that my cup will be empty momentarily while all the while this reality is one step closer to end though the optimists among us will say that mankind will find a way to survive even when the universe has died, but I do not have that much faith in the survival of this species and if live does carry on after the end, it won't be from this planet and maybe it is they who shall read all the volumes I've produced and maybe it is they who will understand...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

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