In case you haven’t heard, according to some Mayan calendar, which even most Mayans seem to know nothing about, the world is going to end tomorrow.
But truth be told, what I find most interesting about those who have the most faith in this Mayan prophecy is that they are the ones who appear to know the least about the Mayan people. I am constrained to wonder, though, if those who believe the world will end according to the Mayan calendar are any loonier than those who believe it began according to the Holy Bible (you know, the Garden of Eden and all that)….
Anyway, the final stanza of T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men seems a fitting dirge for the mundane awakening on December 22 of all who expected the world to end on December 21.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
But just in case the Mayan apocalypse takes place as scheduled:
Farewell to all my family and friends.
May the Mayan gods look favorably upon you … and me.