Dabbling in the possible

Just about 4 more hours and the end of the Mayan calendar, corresponding to the end of the world, is supposed to take place.  It could happen. Anything is possible.

The calendar is right about several things.  The Earth finishes its precession, its 26,000-year wobble in its orbit.  The sun is aligned with the center of the Milky Way Galaxy.  The winter solstice takes place.  Earth is a part of the alignment with the sun and center of the Milky Way.  The sun will appear brighter to objects around it in the galaxy because it will appear inside a dark rift.  Perhaps, all this alignment foretells the end of an epoch.  If so, it is supposed to end drastically, disastrously.  Anything is possible.

If the end happens, I know what will be on my mind on the way out.  I will be calling up episodes from my own personal epoch, one that carries a voice, a face, lots of cheer and laughter and happiness.  I am grateful to have those visuals in my mind, and they'll be replaying themselves tomorrow.  In the event that I live beyond the 21st of this month, I want the next epoch (even though it is not accounted for in the Mayan calendar) to replace the former visuals with reality.  Anything is possible.