None of which will matter when the world ends on 21 December this year which according to Time Magazine is nothing but a load of Pakal's bloated ego, and certainly nothing like the mystical document of predict, and predeliction some people would have it to be. Pakal the Great (603-683 A.D.) was the most important ruler of the classical Maya, and there seem to be evidence that suggests the king and his court manipulated the timelines of Mayan cosmology in order to turn his birth date into a divine milestone.
Not that divine milestones were that strange, but the birth days of the great prophets and kings of antiquity preferred to assign the importance of their arrival to an important sign in the stars or natural event rather than dates, but to the Mayans, who were generally known as obsessive compulsive about time, I suppose it makes for a heratage of portent .
"One goal of the Maya calendar keepers," the investigators write, "was to seek harmony between sky events and sacred rituals."
If I was even the slightest bit paranoid about the abuse of power by the media, I would probably have expected Time to deny the end of days. Lucky I'm not, which doesn't stop me from planning a party worthy of the end, up to and including a no-money-back-guarentee sunrise breakfast looking out of God's Window, and in to the future of a world we create for our self.
Much like last year I guess.
