How stupid and self-impressed we must be that we assume that the coming "millenium" will bring anything but another tomorrow, that God has any interest in the turn of our tiny cultural clock, that anyone or anything greater than us would make a great deal of one day versus another, of a calendar that is inaccurate even to the solar revolution that it pretends to mirror; a calendar that resets every four years and even then does not correct itself. Should the apocaplypse come at the turn of the millenium, will it be midnight? Midnight where? Or as each degree of our planet's circumference officially hits twelve, will that 360th of the surface be taken? Shall we watch from a mountaintop as a wall of flame approaches? What arrogance, what innanity!