Here we are, aproaching the year 2000. . . or are we? Just as December 25 was an arbitrary date so is the year 0. I have a feeling that people who stretch out their arms to God on new-year’s eve 1999 will be greatly dissapointed. I sincerely hope that there will be a way to deal with the psychological implications of an incredible anticlimax that could be harmful in itself. Imagine preparing for something you beleived in for your whole life and then finding out that nostradamus forgot to carry a 2 in his long divisions or that the bible had a typo. Then again, if enough people really beleive something will happen then it just might. We might go and destroy ourselves, all the while thinking that God’s hand has reached down. In the end it might just come down to a giant placebo effect ending with the obliteration of all mankind. On the other hand, perhaps nostradamus was correct in his assumptions. I think the key to surviving whatever might come is simply to play it one day at a time and to keep an open mind. Close mindedness will only result in conflict and I would rather watch the fireworks of armageddon knowing I had lived a proper life, God or no God. When all is said and done, usually more is said than done. The world doesn’t have to end unless we really want it to.

December 30th, 2001 at 8:18 pm in Our Fault

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