We hear a baby cry for his first time at 12:00 AM on January 1, 2012. Millions of people are celebrating his birth. But he cries for his sister who just passed away at 11:59 PM on December 31, 2011. They are a family whose father is time and mother is nature. Each child is born alone and dies alone as he will soon learn about from his family history.
But this year is special. We have a legend given to us by the Mayan of a catastrophe of such proportions that it will be the end of all of us on December 21, 2012. They were excellent time keepers given what we know of them and their technology. Even with all our precision we are unable to forecast anything so dire.
Many predications are recognized only after the events they tried to warn us of so desperately have transpired. We now acknowledge Nostradamus and others like Jules Verne and H.G. Wells for accurately predicting the future. Recently there are even more dire predictions about our planet and entire channels on cable seem to dwell on certain disasters in detail and come back to the same subject year after year.
But this year is different. It will be the last year for many of us. That is life. We are born and most of us live for an uncertain amount of time and then we die. I will not enumerate the many ways we can die, believe me there are programs you can watch that delve into the gory details. So he faces two death dates and is uncertain which it will be. Suffice it to say that if the Mayan prediction comes true then of all his kin he is the last baby born.