2012. I remember reading about THIS year in middle school a LONG time ago. I was in middle school in the 80's. Hearing the prediction that the world would end in 2012 sounded so distant, ominous, yes, and impossibly distant.
And yet, here it is.
But the rub is this; we are all in the process of ending..."sentanced to death". That was a line in a Dave Matthews Band song a decade or so ago. For whatever reason, it takes me by surprise every time I consider it. My world is going to end. And soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe this year, maybe in 50 years. Nonetheless, it is coming. Relentlessly pounding towards the end of my world. I want to shake it off, and pretend like it won't happen to me...
The Bible describes shedding this body like a tent, like stepping out of the tent into what really exists beyond. I like that. I have always been a nervous camper, certain a bear lurked beyond my opaque tent windows waiting to eat me. Or maybe instead a wonderland...a heaven with more love than I can even envision.
So if the Mayans or whoever it was got it right, against all odds, ridiculous as it may be...
then 2012 will be the year we exit the tent. And if they are wrong, misled ancient prophets, then 2012 may still be the year we exit the tent.
Guess I better stop feeding the bears.
And yet, here it is.
But the rub is this; we are all in the process of ending..."sentanced to death". That was a line in a Dave Matthews Band song a decade or so ago. For whatever reason, it takes me by surprise every time I consider it. My world is going to end. And soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe this year, maybe in 50 years. Nonetheless, it is coming. Relentlessly pounding towards the end of my world. I want to shake it off, and pretend like it won't happen to me...
The Bible describes shedding this body like a tent, like stepping out of the tent into what really exists beyond. I like that. I have always been a nervous camper, certain a bear lurked beyond my opaque tent windows waiting to eat me. Or maybe instead a wonderland...a heaven with more love than I can even envision.
So if the Mayans or whoever it was got it right, against all odds, ridiculous as it may be...
then 2012 will be the year we exit the tent. And if they are wrong, misled ancient prophets, then 2012 may still be the year we exit the tent.
Guess I better stop feeding the bears.