Winner of the Rockower Award, the highest honor in Jewish journalism, this blog contains random musings of a journalist, father, husband, son, friend, poodle-owner, Red Sox fan and occasionally-ranting rabbi, taken from Shabbat-O-Grams, columns, speeches, letters, sermons and thin air. "On One Foot," the column, appears regularly in the New York Jewish Week. Thursday, November 1, 2012 On the night Hurricane Sandy roared in, as two giant trees sandwiched my house and pierced the garage roof, it felt like the world itself was crashing down.  We were seeing before our eyes an undoing of the primordial act of order.  In Genesis, a wind brought about a separation of earthly and heavenly waters, and then a separation of water from dry land.  But with Sandy, the waters of the deep appeared to be reclaiming that coastline and undoing that initial act of separation. So now, we ask, what can nature do for an encore?  Shaken and unhinged, we have precisely a month to prepare for the next apocalyptic event: the Apocalypse itself -- that is, if the Mayan calendar is to be believed. According to an ancient Mayan prophecy, the world will come to an end on December 21.  On the plus side, we'll squeeze in all eight days of Chanukah (sorry, no Christmas).   On the minus side, the world will cease to exist. I did some exhaustive research on the Mayan Apocalypse -- OK, I Googled it -- and I discovered something very interesting.  The whole thing might just be