What's the essence of ...?

Somehow I managed to stumble back to

here

Here is the only place I know and Now is the only time that exists. The question that gnawing at me is: What's this blogging business anyway? Am I just contributing to the mindless drivel that exists in cyberspace or is there a fabric to this universe? Is my effort going to be worthwhile or am I just one more mindless jerk adding unnecessary and worthless stuff to the universe. Is this a waste of time because I am just some "mee too" person not meaning a whit? If that is the case I would rather spend my time fishing, sleeping, or daydreaming while waiting for the inevitable illness that will be my demise.
I have managed to achieve a level of conciousness where I alter time. Things, life, etc has slowed considerably for me. If I create this journal, it would be nice if it was appreciated by at least one other person also seeking to expose the underpinnings of the universe, at least for his or her's own sake; if not for the enlightment of others. Producing an effect in a kindred spirit makes the struggle worthwhile. Else I am like bowel gas in a whirlwind.