Like most things we either dread or await with anticipation, once the moment is finally upon us we close our eyes, check ourselves to make sure were still in one piece, and then realize that not only has the time passed, hut we're already onto the next thing. A millennium is just another of life's annoying starting lines, a Gregorian way to mark the beginning of a future that is still unwritten. But at least knowing that there is yet another thousand years before us introduces a little humility into all those datebooks, palm pilots, and even wrist watches that program our lives. We are reminded how time is not even our own, how much we have surrendered to schedules, how we have become captives of someone else's calendar--and how absurdly small and forgotten these daily appointments would seem 1,000 years from now.