At this point in of this year in the early part of the Twenty-first Century, my mind is swirling about like the billion of tiny fluffy snowflakes that will be swirling about in the heavens soon - far too soon for me to be comfortable with but they will swirl whether or not I wish them to or not. And such is this life...

If life only consisted of days filled with watching endlessly billions of tiny snowflakes swirling about in the heavens, drifting slowly to the ground, all would be well and good. This is not case though...

It often is frightening when I actually consider the thoughts that swirl about in head. And they gently land in great piles upon the floor of my skull - swirling, gently landing, piling in great heaps upon the floor of my skull...

The inner most recesses of my skull are filled with ideas that drift about across the barren areas within the space that exists between my ears - drifting and blowing, and all the while, more thoughts are swirling about settling gently upon the thoughts of the past...

If only there happened to be Dairy Queen open at this very moment for I surely could go for a large soft serve with one of those swirly tops that do so resemble my thoughts at this moment - a swirly curly-q of pure perfection...

And so tasty it would be...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...