Here we are, ladies and gentlemen. The End of the World. 2012.
Planet Alignment. Magnetic Shift. Global Warming. Mayan Calender. Little word combinations with big implications.
Oh, don’t worry. I know all about the improbability, nay, the impossibility. Scientist are creeping out of their labs in droves to discount every wayward suspicion. The first
40 hits on Google regarding the end of the world are vicious, degrading attacks on the intelligence of every person who gives an ounce of credibility to the thought that 2012 might usher in the end of the world as we know it.
They have several good points. The world has been kickin on just fine, through several previous planet alignments. No major disasters to speak of, especially none stemming from an arbitrary alignment of distant lumps of matter. The alignment is only an alignment when seen from a particular perspective. From any other galaxy, the alignment wouldn’t actually be an alignment. The polar shift will effect very little, if anything, and probably won’t happen anyways. But if it does, it’s not that crazy. Just an inevitability, really. Cars have nothing to do with the weather. And just because there have been a lot of natural disasters lately means nothing when you note how the seasons have changed in times past. The Mayans just stopped there, and there are new life cycles to come. No need to panic.
I hope that was a depressing paragraph for you. I know it depressed me to write it.
Here’s what I believe. Life without mystery is a waste. I’ve found a quote from a smart dude. Maybe you’ve heard of him:
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
Yeah, you’ve heard of him. And this dude so well known for his great mathematical mind knew that a good mystery was the only path to knowledge. I love the hype about 2012. I love just the way it sounds, 12-21-12. It was even fun to type.
I love that, while it is highly unlikely that any noteworthy event will occur, its not impossible. It’s not totally out of the question. It’s a mystery. Until the 22nd, we just won’t know for sure. I, for one, am going UFO hunting. I have a feeling if I’m ever going to see one, it’ll be that day. I don’t think they’re aliens. I think they’re a mystery.
And there’s no crime in admitting that it’s just a good mystery. That it’s fun. That it’d be Craaazy if something actually happened, and a bummer if nothing did. The possibility certainly relieves the tedium of Christmas sale commercials and Jingle Bell Rocks. Just saying.