When in the course of human events it becomes self-evident that I have wasted a great deal of my short time upon this planet, it causes me to stop and wonder why I am putting my thoughts down in an electronic form so that I can share them with all the world who will probably never read them or take them seriously if the time is granted to actually read all that I have written in the time that I have wasted upon this planet...

Over the course of the ten plus years I have resided in cyberspace, I have written enough to fill at least two or three goodly sized books. Has any of this made an impacted on the world around? Have my words touched the very fibre of anyone’s soul and made them stop and think about something of great importance in their lives?

Sometimes I wonder why it is I waste my time with this great waste of time, then I realise that this is what I do, this is who I am, this is what makes me - me...

If those around me can't benefit from in anyway from me being me - if only to be held up as an example of what not to be - then all is lost and my life outside of me is without meaning and void...

I, though, still hold out some hope that something I have written is meaningful to someone somewhere in the electronic wasteland...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...