The Year of the Mayans
Pick your final destination?
It's The End of The World as We Know It.
A song from REM while in the peak of their songwriting, recording and performing careers pretty much outlines the expectations of the upcoming year, 2012. There have been other years with somewhat questionable reasons to believe that they were indeed to be the last of mankind on this little blue planet, third from the sun. Books and movies have been predicting and showcasing the end of the world and the saving of the planet just as mankind was about to perish. When aliens attack, they die because they either underestimate the resolve of the human race and our refusal to become slaves (well, presently, anyways. And for parts of the world at least, well, you know what, never mind, I guess many of us do want to be slaves).
The Mayans, who have been rarely proven to be wrong so far, have predicted many celestial and planetary happenings and disasters down to the day, thousands of years in advance. They watched stars, made calculations and sacrificed a whole lot of people to their Gods. They saw a lot coming and were well known for the prescience, so why didn't they see the Spanish coming? If they missed a 'minor' event like the wiping out of their race by an invading horde of blood-thirsty savages with colds, flu and scurvy, who's to say that they have this December 21, 2012 date down pat? That, by the way, is the day that the music will die. It was one thing to lose 3 or 4 musicians to a bad plane in bad weather, but to lose the rest of them to a Universal alignment and sun spots, maybe a stellar explosion or implosion (they weren't exactly specific about the reasons, but we're doing a good job guessing), well, that would be a crying shame, a real reason to drive the chevy to the levy.
This Is The End. Beautiful End, My Friends.
Yes, Jim Morrison was a rock God, a king of Cajun blues infused with acid rock, a man who took handfuls of LCD tablets before sauntering to a stage and performing his best, raucous sets, tells us that this is the end, my friends. Movies tell us about The End of Days, Armageddon and Apocalypse, but this is just because their calendar ends. The Christian calendar ends every year and we celebrate by getting drunker that most nights and frequently regretting our actions. Not exactly a beautiful end, my friends.
Mankind always faces the end with grace. We hold hands with out loved ones, embrace our friends and face the end in the eyes. In reality we whimper and cry and hope for a miracle. We grasp at straws and pray to Gods we told one and all didn't exist for the entirety of our lives. Until realization sets in. When that meteorite makes it through the atmosphere still bigger than Texas, well, it's time to bend over and kiss our boots goodbye.
Goodbye Cruel World!
Is There A Saviour?
Can we be saved? Yes, we can. We could divert military spending and make a very large International Space Station. So big that it would hold a half of a Billion people. But then we get into who would go and who would stay to face certain death? Those of you who believe in life after death, raise your hands. Okay, you all stay, everyone else goes. Who wants to bet at least 1/2 of those people drop their hands real quick?
The problem with making a concerted effort to leave the planet and find another one that we can try to ruin in record time is that not enough people would volunteer to stay behind. Right now, as there is no imminent end, a whole bunch of people will be saying that they would stay. But come boarding day, that number would be a fraction of what it was.
And, Finally, From "The Clash"
Should I stay or should I go? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay it would be double. So come on and let me know, should I stay or should I go? (a prayer, a song, a farewell to arms?)
Some pople look forward to this address
You're a Rock and Roll Suicide
Rock 'n Roll Suicide
David Bowie tells us that sometimes, people who are a little down take some downers to chase their heroin fix down. We might sometimes drink a bottle of whiskey to build up the courage to tell the Grim Reaper to kiss our butts, and often need moral or social companionship in order to stand tall in the face of impending death. But, at least you know you're not alone ("take me by the hands and you're not alone") when you fall prey to a "natural death", as compared to most other forms of death, violent and suicide.
Different people who face the same probable outcome at the same time will react in differing ways. Some lose their will to live, some lose their minds. Some lose their sobriety, their morals and their soul.
The human psyche is supposed to accept it and face it when facing death in the eye. Many will commit suicide in the face of impending death, unable to live with the constant knowledge that a painful death is but months, or weeks, away.
The Jonestown cyanide flavored Lemonaide fan club, and other such suicidal idiots believed that if they committed mass suicide at the same time, they would end up either on God's left hand, or in an alien spaceship hiding behind the sun, the moon, a meteorite or another planet. Does anyone have definitive proof that all were wrong? Maybe Jim Jones is piloting a space cruiser right now, closing in on Alpha Centauri 3 with a three-breasted Nawlaki blonde at his side. I really do think that there's a better chance that we'll live with Bugs Bunny in Looney Toons Town when we die than to be transported into an awaiting spaceship. The real problem is not that people believed him, it's that they ALL believed him, and that they ALL followed him, straight to Hell.
Were they right? Funny thing is that we can't prove that they weren't. We can't prove that God exists, that Abraham, Moses, Allah and Zeus exist or existed, or even that they didn't exist. Well, other than in written word or on film. If lucky, some of us may just be right when the end meets us head on. And it will. This is not a theory, it is a fact. Everything that has a beginning must have an end.
Why make his job any easier?
Is There an Escape Clause?
Must We ALL Die?
Yes. Sorry, Virginia, the North won the war, Santa Clause doesn't exist, and we all must die. If Heaven truly does exist, will it survive the end of the universe? The Universe had a beginning, we have proven that, and everything that has a beginning must also have an end. The universe is expanding at ever increasing rates, and this can't go on indefinitely. Suns burn out, they implode and form black holes. More facts. Our Sun will follow suit. Maybe not for billions of years, but then again, it could be December 22, 2012. No matter when it happens, it will happen; our Sun will eventually implode, taking out our entire Solar System with it. A big black hole may even be created, turning this sector of the Universe into a Death Valley of space.
Now, if you do commit suicide, think of these possibilities;
1) Your ailment was about to be cured, and if you would have stuck around, you would have had a complete recovery.
2) If there is a God, Devil, Heaven and Hell, guess who you're about to meet? (Hint; he's rather horny.)
3) You may never see the first contact with an Alien race, or our first manned foray into deep space. or even an intelligent politician who makes policies by the people, for the people, and not the people who run the government.
4) Best of all, you could actually miss the Vancouver Canucks' Stanley Cup Parade (or,, more amazingly, the Toronto Maple Leafs' Stanley Cup Parade = for themselves, not Buffalo!).
So, although these reasons are nowhere near enough to sway someone's mind when they have decided to take their own lives, as long as they aren't facing imminent, painful death from an illness, with any hope it will at least give them pause for concern, and to think.