For a ‘50s kid, it’s a bit surreal to think that it’s 2019.
When the millennium changed, everyone made such a big deal out of it (let’s not forget Y2K hysteria) that it turned out not to be such a big deal, after all.
But, 2019. Holy smokes.
During my childhood, 2019 was an impossibly futuristic date, a fantasy of flying cars and anti-gravity rays and buildings that literally scrape the sky. (Why has mastering gravity always been a touchstone of futuristic fantasy? Note for discussion in a later post.)
I’ve seen some things on the Internet and in newspaper deriding New Year’s celebrations as “just an arbitrary date on the calendar.” As far as that goes, any calendar date is arbitrary, isn’t it? If we were still reckoning the passage of time under the Julian calendar, rather than the Gregorian one, today would be December 19, 2018, rather than January 1, 2019.
I prefer the latter, thank you very much. I want it to be a new year. And, so it is.
Intention is perhaps the most powerful force in the universe. I say “perhaps” only because the things that we know represents such a minuscule part of the vast ocean of things to know.Continue reading “2019 & the Power of Intention”