of the power that we can comprehend, and even a lot that we can't. I would like to think that we have all of the power that is, but that might be a little arrogant. It might not be so arrogant to think that we might have enough of the power to effect some change.

I haven't written anything about this for awhile. I have been watching the world around me and thinking about what I have written and what I have said and what other people have written and what they have said. A lot of things are happening all the time, and any one of those things could be important or it could be mere coincidence, right? Someone told me to be a little less serious about this whole thing. That might be good advice. After all, it's only a universal cataclysm, right? Nothing's going to change that, so we might as well be in a good mood about it. I'm in a good mood these days. Strangely, enough.

I don't believe that anything is a mere coincidence. That seems wholey unlikley and wasteful. I don't think any of us would like to spend our precious time or money on anything that isn't worth anything, would we? I think the collective we feels the same way. If we are going to do something or be a part of something, then that something, no matter how insignificant it might seem, has some purpose in the overall way of the universe. Don't ask me what, though.

So... everything that happens is a clue of some sort as to what's really going on. Of course, some thing may be such a small clue that you might be even more distracted than enlightened by it so you have to exercise some wisdom before just immediately drawing lines between every this that or the other. Where do you find wisdom these days, though, at this hour? I dunno. I guess the next best thing is just pretending that you have some. That's what I do. Most people seem to buy it.

Ok. So, is the satanic cult in Oregon a clue? What about the Freemen from a couple of years ago? What about the crazy snow in Northern California, or the bear I saw knocked out of a tree by some brave men, or the police that keep bothering the apartment complex across our street or the strangely shaped motorcycle cop that earnesly wanted me to stand in line at a party I was at last night? Perhaps. I guess the bigger clue is that any one thing is probably not a very big clue in of itself. You have to absorb everything that happens and sort of try to get an overall feel for what's going on. That sounds easy, right? That sounds like what you already do, huh? Well, it might be. I think most people seem to be on the right track overall. That seems to be more and more apparent as I watch people around me. They don't seem to be thinking about things nearly as hard as I do, and yet they still seem to be going in basically the same direction I am. Some of them are even going quite a bit faster. So, am I just wasting my time? Am I just spinning my wheels, waiting for distaster?

Perhaps.

Perhaps I should start trying to play a bigger role in our impending doom. Maybe, I'll start working towards becoming a master villian, spreading my words of terror and evil all across the universe! That sounds like fun.

Maybe I've already started unknowingly serving another being, far more evil and terrifying than myself! Perhaps, I'm even more of a sucker than any of you would be for listening to me (provided that I was evil and terrifying... since I'm not, then you are not suckers at all...)! Perhaps I am just another pawn in this devlish game we call life! I am.

and so are all of you.
Do you think the pawns in the game of chess know that they are pawns? Do they care? Does it even matter? Is a pawn actually all that less important than any other game piece? I suppose it is, but just try winning a game of chess without any pawns at all! What if one day all of the pawns from all of the chess games in all of the world decided to band together against the forces of game tyranny! Would you survive? Do you think those little pieces of plastic and wood, those inanimate symbols of power (or lack thereof) and the universal struggle to be on top and to survive will take pity on your miserable ass? That's what I thought.

We'd all be crucified. And the pawns would inherit the earth. And boy would that change everything.

So maybe that will happen when the clocks strike midnight at the start of January 1, 2000 (or should I say January 1, 2001? ... another topic of discussion?). Maybe, pawns and other little game pieces (like the little pieces from Sorry!) will come pouring from every nook and cranny. Every little game piece that has ever been lost, making a once beautful and mesmerising game useless trash, will come flying from the sky as if the very membrane of being itself has torn and pound down on us showing us just how unimportant we all are! Frightened yet? Do you think duct taping all of our game boxes shut now will protect us? Well, it won't because the forces of evil have already starting lining these things up against us! Do you think any mortal such as I could possibly do anything to stop the forces of destruction and damnation? Well, I can't! I'm just as useless as you are! We're all so utterly useless!

Boy, that thought makes me hot. The thought that

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