I went out drinking with Thomas Paine...

He said that all revolutions are not the same
They are as different as the cultures
That gave them birth...

And so we have reached a point in this Grand Experiment when I really should be typing something meaningful and thought provoking, but I do not know what subjects to cover that I have not already covered so I will instead do what I usually do and keeping on typing until something pops out and there it will be right in front of me and then it front of you and you will decide whether this is meaningful to you in some way. Or not...

So my fingers are rather tired and frazzled from all the manual labour they have been performing recently and they are thoroughly chewed raw with many small nicks and scraps and a few nasty looking cuts, but they shall soldier through with their mission that they have been assigned for they know their duty and they shall carry it out without complaint and they shall do so with a smile in their hearts for this is what they were born to do and they will do so...

And with all that is with me that is in need of release, why is it that one subject will not step forward and volunteer for this mission? Is there no thought brave enough to surrender his or her life so that they other may live within my head? Which one will grab the colours and march up to the enemy lines without fear? Which one of these thoughts will sound the charge and bare their sabre as they ride into the valley of death? I will not order any of them to give up their lives for their God and country, but one must volunteer for this supreme sacrifice. Do I have any volunteers?

And at this moment the silence is deafening as the troops retreat to the deepest darkest corners of my mind, wishing, hoping that I will not see them cowering in the shadows. And I will wait patiently for one to show me the courage that I know they all posses. I know my men well and I know that they will not let me down...

And still I wait as I stare off into the distance at nothing and yet I see it all. I behold the world that stretches off into the distance and I shall rejoice in the fact that I can just gaze into some far off land that is out there beyond the immediate - a strange land that I will never know. And I wonder if there is someone out there in the distance staring back knowing that he or she will never know the land that I find my self in at this moment. I wonder and I wonder about the impossibilities of this life. I wonder about all things and nothing. I wonder why I continue to type when it has become apparent that I have lost my way and there is not a map drawn that can get me from here back to my home. I know that no compass was ever created that will point me in the right direction. I know that at this very moment that I have become a ship without sails adrift in the sea of this universe, and I shall one day run aground, but where that will be, I will never know...

And yet I drift on. I drift through this life with not a soul manning the helm. And still I am and I shall always be and I shall rejoice in all that I was and all that I will become for I can do nothing other than rejoice in the glory of a lifetime in the strange outpost so far from civilization...

And such is the fate that I shall embrace and cling to for all eternity...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust....

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans and other life forms...