One month out from the supposed day of destiny, despite being widely discredited, the notion of the Mayan apocalypse prediction still lingers in the popular imagination. If this idea is going to insist on persisting, we owe it to ourselves to consider it from an alternative angle. Perhaps December 21 isn't the date when the world will literally come to an end but rather is the point at which we collectively stop believing that it deserves to continue.
As I looked in the sky tonight, I marveled at the array of color that was a jet's vapor-trail. Therein was the dilemma - as lovely as my heart found it, my head knew the chemicals the plane was pushing out were bad for our planet. Somehow science is rarely so beautiful as when it's being destructive, even when it does so in subtle ways.
Perhaps that's part of why so many people of faith have difficulty with things like "global warming". It's hard to reconcile one's faith in a supreme being with the concept that that entity's handiwork could be both appealing and dangerous. After all, isn't that the Devil's move? If so, perhaps all it means is that the Devil isn't just in the details - the Devil's in us as well.
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