Well. Here we are. December 22, 2012. Any fears we may have had of some instantaneous apocalypse assuaged, any hopes of a similarly spontaneous shift into a new age of elevated human consciousness, dashed. So here we are again, masters of our own destiny. Year after year, we pass our various predictions and warnings. Soothsayers put large, hand-painted “SHUT” signs on their doors, and we continue. Or perhaps something did happen yesterday. Maybe the shift had happened, disguised the way a small earthquake is not felt unless you have the perspective of sitting perfectly still. Perhaps the ball is rolling. Are we changing? Was our evolution given a kick-start yesterday, unnoticed in the holiday bustle? I search myself, limb by limb, and then begin to explore the unseen inside, like following the blood flow through the giant human heart at the Franklin Institute. Or maybe it is even more unnoticeable than that. I stand still and listen to my subconscious, intuition and hope. Hm. Things are changing. Is it the apocalypse, or is it me?