Temporal Break

Speaking of the end of the world.

2012



It strikes me that though an uneven number, that date is too unremarkable to hold the truth. It seems that it should have been a nice round number like 2000 or even something more impressive like 2500 that does us all in, but 2012, no it doesn't work for me. It only adds up to 5. There are five of us living here in my house. Hmmmm, what does that mean?



Is the end of the world meant to be a relative terminology for the end of our world? For something so catastrophic that the end of the world is the way we feel. Will one of us be removed...or all of us? Yikes. I cannot even write the thoughts that are so specific as to suggest the demise of my family and immediate and intimate loved ones, yet I seem to have no problem pondering the end of everyone's world and can flippantly listen to talk of Nostradamus and apocalyptic dramas that seem to be emerging in the world political climate as well as the actual climate.



Should I be afraid of the end of the world? In my personal experience, the end of something inevitably means the beginning of something else, even if it is the beginning of a time of nothingness or absence; it is still a beginning. A beginning means newness and newness is scary.



The beginning of the world. The rebirth of the earth, how can I hasten its arrival?

Will it come in like the birth of a child with pain and suffering and blood and gore? It may be that the rebirth happens on a daily basis, and we have simply to stop and take note to appreciate the birth of a new dawn, new dreams and new fears.



Though some of the old fears persist, new inadequacies and dangers poke their head above the water each time a new day begins.



A wise young man once told me that if we just knew for sure what the purpose of our lives was, we would have a peaceful world with no fear of war and strife and no worry about the mystical and spiritual realities that seem to surround us, yet often elude us. If we only knew. What if we do know, but we don't want to accept that we are here to be here? That we exist to procreate and every other pursuit is driven by our own fears of the end of it all. Is that enough? What purpose would be enough to truly erase our fears and allow us to live and breathe and pursue our goals without jealousy, hatred or power struggles.