The other night I spent sometime thinking about what it would mean to me if 2012 were the end of humanity...it is unfamiliar to think that what is in front of us can be gone so quickly...the people we love or even the desk we sit at and the computer we type on...to be pulverised, non-existent, and unimportant is foreign, yet familiar. Life is a fine balance...we'll never know when it will end, but attachments (whatever form they take) gives us the comfort we need to have hope and purpose. We need to define everything, especially if it means masking the pain of our own fragility...of our own mortality.

Everything must die and with that knowledge we still wake up each morning, go to work, school, meet up with our loved ones for lunch or dinner, buy things, procreate, celebrate holidays, travel, and grow to have opinions/purpose...but to what extent? At some point the ritual is broken...and then what? We've been asking that question forever...then what?

Have any of you seen the movie trailers for 2012? Maybe the Maya's got caught up playing their brutal soccer game and forgot to update the calender past December 21st 2012....nevertheless, it still gives me the creeps!