You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not...

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me...

Here I am again sitting in my local Barnes & Noble, drinking Starbucks Coffee (nothing fancy just the regular over brewed house blend), and watching it rain. I am not sure whether the weather plays a role in when I feel the need to leave the house and drink coffee, but it definitely seems to be a trend - rain, Starbucks, type something. And such is the strange existence that I find my self in the midst of at this moment in time...

Why does my life seem to revolve around a number of easily identifiable patterns? I wonder if it actually does have something to with the rhythms of the weather and the seasons, possibly the phases of the moon, all I know is that there is some pattern to this madness from which I cannot escape. I suppose that it is possible that when I am confined to my humble abode due to atmospheric conditions, I have an overwhelming need to escape and consume of the sacred bean even if it happens to be over brewed and reminds much of the coffee that I drank at my former job for it too was over brewed and sat for long periods of time where it changed from a chocolately brown to a black that so dark that one could not escape its gravitational pull as it sucked one in and ripped them to shreds as they were pulled into the abyss...

But that all seems so very long ago and far away, a tale that was handed throughout the generations. Much has changed since those days, I have changed, the world has changed, and I am not even sure that I could relate to the person that I was back so very long ago. And yet here I am as I have always been - the universal constant in a completely different universe. I am the concept that Einstein could never fully comprehend. I am he who lives outside the bounds of this reality and creates a reality of his own. I am he who allows all that is within his brain to flow free like the rains outside this window and drench all those who happen to be caught my surprise by the downpour...

And so here I am and here I shall remain until the final drops of coffee have been placed within my body. And all the while I sit here and wonder whether or not there is anyone outside of my self who understands what I am saying. Is there anyone out there who can grasp the things that flow from my mind like the waters in the stream that flows outside this window as they make their way to a drain that I know is there and yet I cannot see? And much like the stream, I find that I am only a temporary occurrence that will someday be gone, dried up and evaporated into the Heavens so that one day I will return to this place and again tell the tales that spring forth from my soul that will come out when the rains come...

And so another day is coming to a close, another day that the rains have fallen and washed clean the dirt and grim of this world, another day when the coffee was over brewed and yet I find myself enjoying every single drop of it, another day that I am surrounded by many and yet I am totally alone to my thoughts, another day when I have escape from my reality and found a reality of my own creation, another day when I have type so very many words and yet I will be accused of saying nothing. And I suppose that this is my blessing and my curse upon the world that I know...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

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