posted on Dec, 21 2012 @ 12:06 AM
Busy rolling my eyes at the people who seriously thought this was the end of the world. But at the same time, I got a lot of compassion for you. I was
you in 2001. I believed the world was over in May. Back then, Marilyn Agee was saying Jesus Christ was returning to the world.
This little rock we're on, like a grain of sand, is sprinkled like fairy dust in the cosmic ocean. We're like chains of atoms on the surface of that
grain of sand. We're as small as we fear.
But we're not alone. Every other creature on this planet experiences something similar when they contemplate existence. Don't doubt it for a moment.
We're all connected in this way.
We need to face the reality so we can spiritually adapt to it. This is the reality that we're specks of insignificant consciousness buttoned up in a
far flung corner of the universe. No God to save us. No divinity to bring relief to our despair. No magic, no Santa Claus, no hocus pocus, no aliens
to rescue us. We have to save ourselves from ourselves and learn to live with these circumstances honestly.
Finding out that you don't know everything and that the world really isn't ending is just one small step forward. It'll probably happen again and
again and again. Information is scary.
edit on 21-12-2012 by jonnywhite because: (no reason given)