I keep hearing the words "END OF TIME." Not "endtimes." "End of time" itself.
I saw an article about time disappearing from the universe. Listened to a podcast about Mayans and 2012, and another about Haiti being the harbinger of decline.
And the oil spill. I have trouble even thinking about the oil spill.
Tomorrow I start a summer job helping a group of 3rd-5th graders make a movie and a play about, what? You guessed it. The end of the world -- or to be a bit more positive, about starting a new world after the old one is gone.
2012 hasn't been in my consciousness, and it's not something I worry about, but I'm curious about the cultural impact it may or may not have over the next year and a half. Y2K was interesting, and it's kind of cool that we have these two big dates so close to each other. The fact that they matter to a good number of people makes them mean something, whether we think they "mean" something or not.
And I'm full of energy, not because I think the world is coming to an end, but maybe because it isn't. I mean, it is all the time, but right this minute, I'm here, and doing interesting and energetic things. It's a good time to be in the world.
Tonight was a good night to put together the Ikea bookcase that's been sitting in pieces in my bedroom for a number of months now. This morning it was lumber. Tonight it's furniture. Why did I wait so long to put it together?
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Since I was very little I imagined myself dying at 45 years old. I have been telling friends that for over 25 years. (sometimes I can be morbid, but I have a humor toward it too) And I hadn't been told until recently that my 45th falls in the beginning of 2012. Coincidence? I don't know.
What? The brain that made House of Usher has a morbid streak?
Fingers crossed, it's coincidence.
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