Here's an interesting way of looking at it:
Is it beneficial to believe that the world will end in 2012?
On one of the more philosophically odd forums i've lurked over the years i found a particularly interesting rant posted by the Professor Cramulus. He's a discordian, you can google that and work it out (if you're lucky).
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"The world will end in 2012.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about the lack of rational evidence for any eschatology surrounding the year 2012. You're thinking about the hysterical misinterpretations of the mayan calendar, which doesn't actually predict the "end" of anything. You're thinking about Terrence McKenna's obsession with the end of novelty, and how he made his predictions based (in part) on the i ching, not math or science. You're going to remind me that Kurzweil's predictions about the singularity won't come to fruition until at least 2030. You want to tell me all the reasons that I'm wrong. And honestly, you'd probably be right.
But listen---
The World will end in 2012
Nothing's gonna happen in 2012
-- which of these two beliefs is more exciting?
We have heard all sorts of people, when confronted with evidence that their beliefs aren't really grounded, retort with some variation of "Beliefs don't have to be rational!"
Well CHEERS to that! The way I see it, in December of 2012, you can either choose to face the End of Times with a calm demeanor or a fucking crazy one. When I think about it that way, the choice is obvious. I'd much rather be worked up to a froth, handing out pamphlets, shouting at churches, and wearing a giant sandwich board that says DUMB. I want to grow a beard and smoke DMT like it's my ticket to Heaven's Gate. I want to be thrown out of establishments. I want to wheel a gong on top of a building and ring it over and over again, shouting "YOUR TIME HAS COME, HUMANITY. THIS IS THE DEATH GONG, AND IT GONGS FOR THEE."
Remember the excitement that preceeded the Y2K bug? I was out there on Dec 31st, putting up posters, handing out pamphlets, shouting at traffic. Remember the nail-biting anticipation, as the ball descended, that in mere moments the power would go out and the streets would be filled with the cacophony of the End Times? And then the ball dropped, the clocks turned over, and everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Or in my case a sigh of dissapointment. I want another shot!
On 6/6/06 I assembled a bunch of assholes on the beach to chant pages from the necronomicon. The intent was to awaken mighty Cthulhu, who will drive humanity from this planet like rats off a sinking ship. The way I see it, even if it only had a 0.0001% change of ending the world, that's a bigger chance of ending the world than any other action I've ever taken. It doesn't matter that it didn't work, at least I was trying. I want another shot!
Why believe in the apocalypse?
one word, people:
HOPE.
2012 or bust." - Professor Cramulus, KSC, OJC, WOMP, FOOP, ASS
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one of the points he seems to be getting at is that these apocalyptic predictions give us an opportunity, an excuse if you will, to go absolutely nuts. I, for one, feel there is benefit in going completely crazy for a while. If anything it's good to see how far you are willing to go when worked up into a frenzy and how far others will be carried along with you.
I see 2012 as more than a possible end of the world. It is a priceless opportunity to have a bit of fun before we all burn in total damnation because lets face it: If ANY religion with eternal damnation on the cards got it right, and there sure are a lot of those, I know where I'm ending up.