The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

There's a spiritual emptiness
So the youth them get vexed
Skip class and get wrecked
Feel with beer and cigarettes
To fill the hole in their chest...

Strange how the image one has of the world can change in a brief instance. Does the brain build its view of the world in such a way that it is so very fragile that I single crack can bring the entire façade crashing to earth? And strange it is that my brain will ponder over a question such as that one when I don not know why it had popped into my head in the first place. There must have been something during this morning's routine that triggered to the question, but alas, I do not know what that may have been...

But regards of why it is in my head, the fact that it is now there and it must be pondered upon as I ponder upon things that require my pondering. I now that it has happened to me in the past, and will probably happen in the future, that one small insignificant occurrence can change the way one thinks of the world whether this is in a positive way or negative is not of importance, the thing that I wonder about is why one brief flash can change the entire outlook on life?

Is it the final block stacked that brings the monument to one's world crashing to the ground or it is the final piece of puzzle that completes the picture that one can finally see for the first time? I suppose how all the factors are compiled within one's skull will ultimately decide what the outcome will be - will the world stand for eternity or will it be torn down to be rebuilt anew?

And I wish that I was not listening to the radio at this very moment for there was a thought that was placed in my mind that has overwritten the dilemma that had been spiraling about in the void betweens my ears. And it was the fact that I was listening to one of the local public radio stations and they mentioned that they existed so that all things that would otherwise go undocumented are documented, and in many ways, this is what I do without having pledge drives though I suppose I could accept money from all my readers so that I can continue doing this for all eternity and make this Blog my primary source of income as I document those things that would otherwise go undocumented - I make the everyday ordinary extraordinary for how many who use this medium can actually write about the joys of sitting in a waiting room, how many can write about the joys of watching the snow fall upon the earth? How many I ask you?

This Blog was sponsored in part by a grant from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and by readers like you!!!

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

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