Here's what all the fuss is about: we're at the apogee of an elliptical orbit about to be swung around into the next 26,000 years. We're completing a circuit of all twelve houses of the Zodiac in quadruply significant space/time. The Mayan Long Count calendar ends. Sacred geometry starts dancing with the stars. Prognosticators are all poised to say "I told you so!" Nostradamus is interviewing agents for a comeback. The Antikythera mechanism is shinier suddenly. Chicken Little is booked for Oprah plus The Daily Show, and the Julian calendar is wondering where it went wrong. It quacks like a big deal, feels like a big deal, because it is a big deal. None of us will be around the next time this happens, and we have no idea what anything was like the last time this happened. On the whiteboard of infinity, the next 26,000 years are taking shape. Maybe the Mayans just ran out of markers?
Monday, October 4, 2010
12.21.2012
Here's what all the fuss is about: we're at the apogee of an elliptical orbit about to be swung around into the next 26,000 years. We're completing a circuit of all twelve houses of the Zodiac in quadruply significant space/time. The Mayan Long Count calendar ends. Sacred geometry starts dancing with the stars. Prognosticators are all poised to say "I told you so!" Nostradamus is interviewing agents for a comeback. The Antikythera mechanism is shinier suddenly. Chicken Little is booked for Oprah plus The Daily Show, and the Julian calendar is wondering where it went wrong. It quacks like a big deal, feels like a big deal, because it is a big deal. None of us will be around the next time this happens, and we have no idea what anything was like the last time this happened. On the whiteboard of infinity, the next 26,000 years are taking shape. Maybe the Mayans just ran out of markers?
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