Who The full moon. The new year. The new millenium. Days of great significance?   No.   Collosal non events. Much expectation But in the end days indistinguishable From any other day.   Who you are with matters.   The face that launched a thousand ships. The one for whom you'd swim the Hellespont. The one that makes it all right when all you do is sit.   A connection to another Creates the real magic That moves the world And makes the events Others look for in the moon Or the Calendar.   Beware the ones who lack such a one. They will burn through any wall. They will fold the universe. Until they find their who.

	1 Jan 2000
	by Bill Cattey