What direction is this world heading? Who is at the helm of this ship of intergalactic matter? Does it really matter at this point in the time/space continuum?

There seems to be so many questions for which this lowly life form has no answers. And for that matter, what's the deal with all the questions? And is it normal to question one's questions without first finding the answers to the questions asked first?

I realise that many of the questions asked are rhetorical in nature, but shouldn't there be some understanding of the answers before more questions are put forth on this page for all the world to read? Why can't I find a solution to this dilemma that I now face by putting these questions down on this page before I even know the answer to the fundamental questions that I put forth and that are as yet unanswered to my satisfaction?

I sit back and look out at all the surrounds me in awe, and I wonder if others ask themselves the very same questions that I ask my self, and I wonder if anyone has the answers that I seek...

I wonder and wonder what is my purpose. I wonder what I am supposed to do, but more than that, I wonder what I'm destined to do and why am I destined to do it in the first place...

I wonder why I have composed all I have written, never to profit from it. I wonder why I should profit from myself in the first place...

I wonder why my cup of coffee is getting colder while I typing this...

I wonder and wonder, but I probably should add a little heat to the cup and drink to the world that surrounds me that I wonder about so...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...