I have watched from 3:00pm this afternoon through midnight, the world celebrate one moment in time ... the turning of the clock to change the Millennium. All day there has been an hour chime of the new century.

We take this vision as fact. We forget that as we watch we are reminded of our history; as a species, as a nation, as a family and as an individual, we are present in this day over several time zones; and as we watch we see the first sunrise of January 1, 2000 for each community that shares the same longitudinal time zone.

This is the paradox of existentiality.

We are in union, and at the same time separated by the hour in a time zone, by the time in each history and culture.

Yet we share a common physiology, and a common reality of mind. Even as we are so very disparate and unique.

Hour on hour the sun creeps at 600 miles an hour across this planet. It does not know time, only sunrise and sunset. It does not know the year, only the phases of the moon that bring seasons to our lands. And yet, we are in the second thousand years of conscious modern history.

The arbitrary setting of the birth of a revolutionary has changed the face of the world. By his birth, and his politic, we now have choice. Are we to assume that over our collective life we are to let that go until a second revolutionary is born who can make us aware of that most human of imperatives?

2000 years and we ain't learned yet ....

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 January 1 2000