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The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!
Run to the hills...
Run for your lives...
At this time of the year, I often hear one of my favorite expressions. An expression that brings a tear of joy to my eye and warms the inner most deep dark pit of my soul...
That expression is wintry mix. In this here part of these here great United States, a wintry mix could be just about anything from rain to sleet to snow to a plague of clowns (inside joke to those who happen to be in the know). What shall I prepare for when I leave the door and make my way to work? What type of misadventure does the weather have in store for this poor lad?
This life is an adventure (as well as a mystery), but it is truly an adventure from which there is only one way out, and I'm not ready to take that path yet. Will I arrive at work in the rain only to find that my car is encrusted with and inch of ice when I try to leave? Will I leave for work in a blinding snowstorm only to have everything wet without a single trace of snow in the morning? I don't have the answers to this mystery though the will be revealed to me when I either leave home or leave work...
This revelation I shall document in this great apocalypse that I add to four or five times per week - The Apocalypse of WeeSaul. If I didn't enjoy having this Blog known as The Quagmire of my Discontent, this Blog would be known as that - The Apocalypse of WeeSaul and in this case, the Apocalypse would be of a more classical meaning and not what Apocalypse has come to mean...
And all shall be revealed, all the great mysteries of this life. And they shall be revealed layer by layer much like the pealing of an onion until the point where the peeler is left empty handed for all the mysteries will have been revealed and there shall be nothing mysterious left in this life. And the world shall smile for the knowledge that it has received will be good. And in all its smiling, the sun shall shine upon those of this world and all shall be good and just...
A fairy tale ending to the world of mysteries, this is all I ask for from my life...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be the Word...
At this time of the year, I often hear one of my favorite expressions. An expression that brings a tear of joy to my eye and warms the inner most deep dark pit of my soul...
That expression is wintry mix. In this here part of these here great United States, a wintry mix could be just about anything from rain to sleet to snow to a plague of clowns (inside joke to those who happen to be in the know). What shall I prepare for when I leave the door and make my way to work? What type of misadventure does the weather have in store for this poor lad?
This life is an adventure (as well as a mystery), but it is truly an adventure from which there is only one way out, and I'm not ready to take that path yet. Will I arrive at work in the rain only to find that my car is encrusted with and inch of ice when I try to leave? Will I leave for work in a blinding snowstorm only to have everything wet without a single trace of snow in the morning? I don't have the answers to this mystery though the will be revealed to me when I either leave home or leave work...
This revelation I shall document in this great apocalypse that I add to four or five times per week - The Apocalypse of WeeSaul. If I didn't enjoy having this Blog known as The Quagmire of my Discontent, this Blog would be known as that - The Apocalypse of WeeSaul and in this case, the Apocalypse would be of a more classical meaning and not what Apocalypse has come to mean...
And all shall be revealed, all the great mysteries of this life. And they shall be revealed layer by layer much like the pealing of an onion until the point where the peeler is left empty handed for all the mysteries will have been revealed and there shall be nothing mysterious left in this life. And the world shall smile for the knowledge that it has received will be good. And in all its smiling, the sun shall shine upon those of this world and all shall be good and just...
A fairy tale ending to the world of mysteries, this is all I ask for from my life...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be the Word...
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