I was recently informed that the world is screwed.
I hear this a lot actually… the environment is doomed, world systems are corrupt, animals are suffering, banks are evil, governments are limp wristed, people are sheep and the latest to cross my path is the ‘fact’ that on the 21st December 2012 due to a strategic alignment of the planets, our magnetic poles will flip. This latter problem causing the buckling of plates, global flooding and the mass extinction of whole civilisations and species on our lovely planet with a possible 1000 year winter… Just like the last time.
Pretty heavy stuff before my eggs have boiled!
Being the inquisitive type my interest over the last two weeks has led me from YouTube to Google and back again in my quest for consuming what the world has to offer in the way of information; all the facts, rumours, predictions, ancient calendars, geological evidence, conspiracies, astronomy, religious nuts, alien theories and the suspicion of a giant undetected planet in our solar system.
I appreciate that my style of research may not be very scientific but it is fascinating how many people are passionate enough about these subjects to spend every day working on them. It is also interesting how many conclusions can be taken from a set (or sets) of signs/information.
What conclusion did I come to? Well during my intense bouts of surfing what really caught my attention was that there are several ancient underwater cities that you can visit with simple scuba gear. Some are possibly 8000 years old and all are lost as a result of earthquakes and climate induced flooding. I find the opportunity to combine my passion for scuba diving with my fascination for ancient lost civilisations an irresistible proposition.
At first glance we can visit Cleopatra’s palace in Alexandria (Egypt) discovered just 16 years ago, underwater pyramids near Okinawa (Japan) , temples in a sunken city in India and more recently in Port Royal (Jamaica) a city that was claimed by the sea in 1692.
Currently my personal favourite dive of all time was in the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico. Our 100 metre hike through the jungle (sweltering in full gear) ended at the edge of a tree lined pool. The limestone roofs of the underground river system have in some places collapsed to reveal cool, deep, water holes of pristine fresh water. Cenote Angelita was no exception, dropping 80 meters before it meets the river. Part way down you drop through an eerie hydrogen sulphur cloud that separates the fresh water on top and the salt water below and to my surprise, trees and petrified leaves garnish the bend in the cavern.
The conclusion I came to in regards to the end of the world was much like my rabid information session; fascinating for moment until my more immediate concerns/delights/interests come into play. If our time is done next year (or the year after that, or the year after that) then so be it, but what I have is right now and I for one, am going to make the most of it.
I found this post grabbing this morning, a classic interaction of humans around the world on the topic of certain death. It has been three days since the post was placed so I imagine that Mr LucidEnding is probably in his final hours, his simple gesture inspiring thousands of people.
If you had 51 hours left what would you do with your life?
What if you had 12 months?