A date and year translated as doom via our translation of the Mayan calender. Logical me likes to think that maybe it was just the end of their calendar and not THE END.
Numbers so devine and sacred that thousands of brides will marry on this date just because of the harmony this number shall bring to their holy matrimony.
A dozen roses. The number of months in our calendar year. 12 inches in a foot. 12 hours on a clock. 24 hours in a day (12x2=24). And it can be evenly divided into multiple subsets; 12 breaks down into halves, thirds, fourths, sixths and twelfths making it a very dynamic number.
And it would have been just another day if I had bypassed my computer today and ignored the news. Happily, I have begun to see 2012 in general, much the same way. Just another year, with its good and bad, ready to lay down and allow room for 2013.
So I say numbers are devices man has come to use in order to make better sense of the world when he believes intuition and faith are not enough to do the job. I believe following numbers to count our time here on Earth, sometimes feels like an attempt at shortening it. And a day (or year) is what you make it.
So what does this day mean to me?
December 12, 2012. Laundry day, another Wednesday Blog post and 13 more days till Christmas.