A new millennium approaches and the old, fin de siècle madness begins to spread — the violence, the hatred, the mutual distrust and paranoia. We’ve already flayed the tosser of the monkey wrench. A few years got lost a while back — so keep your millennial angst at bay (of dust) for at least another thousand revolutions around the sun. For ten of your terrestrial years we observed you as peers, walking and talking among you, fathoming the human condition as best we could — what it means to be ephemeral, to feel the flesh, to apprehend beginnings and endings, to feel the flesh, to welcome insights like flashes in the darkness, the darkness that is terra cognita to the benighted, to feel the flesh — and for the decade-long duration of our experiment we nullified your awareness of the passage of time. For you there was only the eternal now moment, the augenblick that alone among you Meister Eckhart seemed to understand. For ten years we sowed your fertile soil with gratuitous graces and subliminal messages and watched you grow, then vanished back to the bay of dust and the keep of old forgotten dreams, and we snapped our fingers and you all woke up. Bed-wetters, the lot of you. So you’ve missed your new millennium, it’s ten years behind you and the world didn’t come to an end. But rest assured we can arrange for you to arrange that for you. Don’t push your luck and you’ll be fine.
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