Ok, drop the ‘0′ up there, remove the dashes and forget that it’s just a date in the Gregorian calendar, by which, to quote Wikipedia (italics mine) -
years are numbered using the anno Domini era, based on the perceived birth date of Jesus Christ.
All the same, do the math, tilt your head sideways, and you’re bound to see it . . .
666
Everybody ready to freak out now?
I mean honestly; you must have seen this coming . . .
face it, the earth has not been an overly happy place for humanity
in many, many years
how many disasters;
social,
environmental,
political,
etc . . .
do you need?
how many young people have to pick up guitars and loudly complain
before it sinks in?
how many books will you have to read
before you realize
that we’re all trapped in an unsustainable dream?
Yikes!
Sorry folks, I really did sit down to write something pithy and light-hearted; humorous even, you know, a little bit of the laughter of the damned to brighten your day as you navigate the twenty-four hour period that certain (fringe) wags would dub ‘the end of the world’. I would guess that at some point during my consideration of this topic, the humor just fell out, and this dreadfully cynical tone crept in.
Like the song says . . .
We’re only going to die from our own arrogance,
that’s why we might as well take our time.
I hear that they’re throwing a party in the town of Hell, Michigan,
and while that sounds great, I’m going to spend the day much as I would any other, but since the concept of ‘the end of the world’ has been branded across my consciousness, I figure I’ll dedicate a minute (maybe two or three) to just contemplate the fact that, one way or another, my little span of time to be here on the earth and experience whatever it is that can be experienced;
this life, it’s going to end,
nothing could be more certain.
today,
do something stupid
that makes you happy
sing in traffic
or do something
that you’ve been
putting off . . .
place that,
perhaps uncomfortable,
phone call
to so and so
from whom you’ve been
estranged too long
i mean honestly,
the world is ending
you’ve already wasted
however many minutes
reading this
don’t you
deserve
a little fun?
- finite (as always, sorry to waste yer time) jester
audio enjoyment was Sublime off the album 40 Oz. to Freedom
posted with tongue firmly in cheek (kinda)
hehe
June 6th, 2006 at 6:59 am
*scratches head*
Is he serious, or isn’t he?
June 6th, 2006 at 8:50 am
When the world ends does that mean that I can’t be reincarnated as a dog?
What is the “end of the world” anyway? Is it the end of the human race, the planet, the universe, or existence itself? We as a species we tend to focus on the “end”, what religion would work without an end? Is it because we don’t remember our beginning we long for a defining point?
June 6th, 2006 at 8:57 am
AC/DC’s highway to hell would be approiate.
Moto for the day - The devil made me do it.
Make the most of the day, celebrate the dark lord, pull someone’s hair, throw a rock at something, curse at a stranger, dress in black, shop at wall mart, watch tv, just be evil.
June 6th, 2006 at 3:22 pm
Hep: As to whether I’m serious or not . . . i refuse to comment
6string: I never really thought about the concept of not being able to remember our beginnings that makes us long for the ending point, my own thought has always been that the concept of the ‘end times’ fufills some innate need for humanity to believe that we live in a ’special’ time. I mean if you are living in the end times, that certainly colors how you respond to day to day existance.