I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine...

Now I'm shining too-
Because, oh because I've fallen quite hard over you...

And again I find myself sitting in a coffee shop though this is not my usual coffee shop for I do not have the time to drive the extra five miles to get there and the experience is different though not completely different than the experience that I experience at my usual coffee shop. There are a number of things that are quite the same such as the selection and the fact that people come and go as they go about their day and the fact that here I sit with a cup of coffee documenting all that goes on around me and no one is the wiser as to the evil purpose I have whilst I sit here and look as if I am doing something of great importance and well, I suppose this is of great importance for who will chronicle this specific time in the history of the universe if it is not me? Who will be the one to place words upon the nameless objects that surround me as I bang upon this shiny new laptop if I was not here in this particular coffee shop at this particular instance?

And this coffee shop is so much smaller than my usual coffee shop and there is far fewer people, which in someways is much better and yet at the same time makes it far more difficult to tell the tales of those who come and go as they do and those who may be staying for a brief instance. There is far less visual stimulation for my eyes to feed upon as I sit here and drink a beverage that is my usual at my usual coffee shop and yet is quite new in this environment. And isn't that like life in general where there are elements that could be considered familiar and yet for the most part everything is different. Elements are identifiable and yet their names are spoken in a language that one does not understand. Yes, I know this is a wooden chair that I find myself in and yet I have never been in this seat before and it has never had the privilege of having me place the weight of my body upon it before and yet I know what it is and it knows what to do with me...

And for the size of this place, it is quite amazing the number of those here at this moment and the number of those who will passed through, look about and leave with their coffee in hand venturing forth into the spring rains heading off to a place that I may never know and yet it will have elements that seem like home to me. And the world that I gaze upon outside the windows that surround my current environment is far different than the world that I usually gaze upon – everything is different and yet I know exactly what it is. It is all unfamiliar and yet there is something that is very familiar with all I see on this rainy day...

And the talk around me revolves around pirates and all their pirating activities and this is all new and different and it makes me wish that we were celebrating International Talk Like a Pirate Day today, but unfortunately that date is far off in the future and by the time it does arrive the conversation will have long ago ceased and the memory of it will only remain upon this page and nothing more. Though in some ways, it will always remain as the light that illuminates this coffee shop will be forever flying through the deep dark corners of this universe and may be seen one day in the far distant future on a planet millions of light-years from the point where I am sitting on this day telling the tale of all that I find strangely familiar though it is all so unfamiliar...

And the faces of those who surround me change and yet I remain the same as the time I spend here grows longer and longer as this chair accepts the fact that I will be exerting my mass upon for the foreseeable future for I have no intention to stand at this particular moment though I know that my time here is coming to an end for there is much to do in the near future and so many new things to see and experience as I attempt to survive another day on this big blue orb spinning merrily about in some far off corner of a rather plain and nondescript spiral universe...

There are some advantages of this particular coffee shop - I can actually hear the music that is only here to provide atmosphere and for those who have made it to this point in this epic tale, I really really enjoy music of all sorts. There is something about music that goes far beyond the ideas that will form in my cranium, something that goes beyond this infinite life I have lived on this planet, something that transcends this coffee shop and the walls of glass that separate me from the world beyond, something that reaches back into my past but not the past that I can recall but rather the past that has been handed down generations upon generations from my primordial ancestors as they struggled to emerge from the pools where they will themselves to live - the rhythm of the universe that runs through all things and is part of every atom that have existed from the moment of creation and it was done with a rhythm section and one big bang of a gong that shall forever remain unseen...

And again nothing of earth-shattering importance or that will be considered profound by anyone who walks this earth has popped into my head and nothing that I wished to say has surfaced from the dark nooks and crannies that litter the surface of my lump of gray matter that occupies the space between my ears and just behind my blues eyes. And so it is and so it shall be forever and an eternity as I work on gaining the courage to move my mass from this seat and venture forth into a world that is far different than the world that now surrounds me and I know that the rains that fall from the heavens shall rain down upon me as I travel to places that require my attention and the star that is nearest this planet shall not peek through the clouds on this day and I shall not know what its rays will do to my skin for the clouds that envelop this world shall not part and all shall remain gray and wet and let it feels as if it should be so as we come to the conclusion of the first decade of Twenty-first Century. And I shall move my legs and do so with an energy that I did not have when I first entered just as Mr. Blue-toothed-enabled-middle-management-man just did and walked straight to the counter and gave his order just as I did so very long ago and it seems so familiar and yet it all seems different and still I sit as I near the end of my stay here in this place where I am a stranger in a strange land and yet I do have an understanding that will allow me to function in this place...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

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