of light. In case you don't have a lot of hard-core physics training (lucky me, eh?), light exhibits properties of a solid and properties of a wave at the same time. That fact may not startle you, but it basically means that science currently doesn't have much of a clue at all about what light truly is. It defies all of our current ideas about the nature of reality. The same concept explains why nuclear reactions work. Energy and matter are identical when you go deep enough (really fucking deep). We learned in basic science that everything around us is composed of matter, and the interactions between those things produce energy. (You may have not been paying attention, but they did probably say something like that... maybe in different words) Since there is no fundamental (really fundamental) difference between energy and matter, then there is only one thing that everything is composed of. Sounds like god to me.

But that's all so frickin' scientific. And we all know that science never gets you anywhere interesting. It just makes you boring. At least that's what it did to me. At least that's what my friends tell me.

And since I have started writing this, I have been thinking about it (strange, that), and I have started noticing that the weather has been getting weird lately. It's been raining like mad for the last couple of months. There's been crazy flooding, and houses falling off cliffs, and all sorts of oddities. And then I started thinking more, and I remembered that there was crazy flooding in the mid-west a couple of summers ago. It's escalating!

Or maybe I'm a crackpot. That's the sort of things that crackpots think and say. And then there's all those cults. David Koresh, Heaven's Gate, and then I just heard about another one last night. They're from Taiwan, and they all moved to Garland, Texas. They just sold all their houses and cars and stuff and moved to Garland, Texas. The neighbors say they're nice. They can be recognized by their white cowboy hats. The world's gettin' crazy, Mildred!

Or maybe we're all crackpots.

Or maybe we all need some crackpipes.

Maybe all the junkies have it right. What's the use living for a long time?

Why not party it up and get fucked up to holy hell all the time?

Why not? Why do I bother working and accumulating assets and learning the complicated rules of the American taxation system? Maybe because I'm just too foolish to recognize the signs and the signals that are being presented to me. Maybe we're all too foolish.

I started off just mildly interested in this collective obsession with the year 2000 that seems to be growing. It's starting to really grab hold on me, though. The signs are showing up left and right. I am almost starting to feel strange that I never noticed it before. I always thought of myself as so observant. My Mom did used to always tell me that I'd lose my head if it were not screwed on tight enough. I guess she was right. I don't think she's too worried about the coming millenium, though. She doesn't have time for that. And I don't, either. I'm a busy guy. I'm not worried, and I don't think I should be. Even if something really crazy and amazing and stupendous and awesome does happen, what good will worrying now do?

Should I build myself an underground hideout? A little armageddon protection? That's ridiculous. I don't want to be underground. I want to be one of those crazy Mad Max roadwarrior guys roaming the now devastated earth looking to rape and pillage anyone and anything in my path. That's what I want. I'm just a cold-blooded killer at heart.

Hmmm

Or maybe not. But, honestly, what good would a little underground shelter do? Would it protect me from the wraith of god? Doubtful. But that brings me to that topic (and about time, too). What is the cause of this crazy destruction that we're all expecting? The bible says it's the wrath of god. I don't believe any such thing is possible. For it to be possible, god would have to exist as a separate entity from us, right? He would have to be able to become angry at us and torment us in an attempt to clean out all the shit and start over. Sounds great, right? Well, we're all a part of god, right? To clean us all out, god would have to clean his own sinful self out, too. Then what would be here to start again? Nothing? Well, that can't be.

Well, maybe it's a metaphor. Maybe the firestorm will happen to each one of us within our own minds. Maybe each one of us will decide our own fate. Maybe each one of will decide the fates of those around us, as well. Maybe armageddon is just going to be one really big battle royale world fighting championship extravaganza to the death! I'm not going to last very long. Maybe I should start on that underground hideout. As long as I have internet access, I'll be ok.

Maybe the internet is armageddon! Maybe it's spawned from the devil in an effort to break up families and smash down cultural barriers! Or maybe not. Seriously, though, maybe its the dissolution of all of the known barriers that have been built up between us all by our modern fucking miserable existences. We all hideout with our own little groups of friends and watch TV and point out which of the beautiful people we see most makes us horny (just to reassure ourselves and each other that we're ok). Maybe the wonder that is the web gives you that access you need to bare your soul to the world and fill up my computer screen with your own poorly constructed theories about the end of the world. Yeah, that sounds great. Give me some.

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