The world is always supposed to end. Mankind writes stories, stories have endings. Thus the story of mankind must have an end, right?
And so the newest disaster simply foaming at the mouth to show up on the scene and kick the crap out of humanity is none other than a year, 2012.
That’s right friends, no aliens (or maybe no aliens), no Godzilla, no fount of molten lava slushing through the streets. But rather a numerical anomaly posited some thousands of years ago by a culture that didn’t even have the decency to exist long enough to explain itself.
According to the Mayan calendar, there is no 2013. And since they were inable to conceive of the years racking up to such a monstrous number, they just kind of quit. Does this strange occurence by the ancient stargazing peoples of Central America spell doom for us all, or is it merely the shortcomings of an imperfect people when anticipating how long existence would really carry on?
I mean imagine some thong clad, blood drinking, monkey/pheasant/snake worshipping, monotheistic Mayan preist, adorned with gaudy, slaughtered animal headress, sitting down to plot out of the path of the world. Dude plans for a few millenia, gets tired of not killing or pointing out spirit demons in the scared sh#tless populace that he tyranically rules over, and decides to call it a night with the whole future prognosticating mumbo jumbo. 2012 seems as good a place to stop as any, seeing as how there is no way in a million siestas he’s gonna live that long!
Now, a good thousand or so years later, civilized man crouches in corners, and waits like so many Chicken Little’s before him for the sky to come crashing in!
Likelihood of happening, who knows, but I wouldn’t bet the ranch on it. The worst thing about civilizations or people who we analyze in retrospect and then determine to be prophets, is that most don’t stand the test of time. Remember Y2k, or Nostradomus and how everyone misquoted him about a zillion times right after 9/11. We aren’t even meant to comprehend the Bible word for word, and it’s written by a dude who’s all-knowing.
The bottom line is, mankind misinterprets things. We always have and we always will. It’s kind of ironic then, because our fatal flaw seems to be that we can’t predict when the end will come namely because it’s not in our nature to know. Crashed computers, crashed planes, desert wars, and derelict calendars all point their fingers at the end of all things. And it’s nice in a way, to be human and think that you have some insight into omniscience, some insider info. that makes you a little less fallible. But I don’t think we do, and I don’t think that thong clad, toad worshipping, stargazing Mayan priest did either. He too, was just another dude trying to make a claim to supreme knowledge, because somewhere deep down he wished he knew things about the world that he never would.
