So, it's Saturday and, thus far, the world remains remarkably untouched. Reality as we know it is not unravelling around our ears. Perhaps Stephen Hawking was right. Perhaps those scientist types at Cern actually know what they're doing.
But then again, perhaps not - especially since I have already proven beyond any shadow of doubt that Stephen Hawking is an emissary of our future alien overlords, busilly preparing the way for our future domination and enslavement at their hideously clawed hands, or suckers, or tentacles, or whatever apendages they might have. Hawking is not to be trusted, and therefore we must continue to regard the activities at Cern with the utmost suspicion.
And anyway, the actual proper testing at Cern won't begin for four years. That makes it 2012, which by weird coincidence is the date that the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar says is the end of the Fourth Age and the end of the world as we know it. So if you've got any desperately important things to do, best you get them over and done with before then.
Now don't get me wrong, I have no problems with the idea of scientific advancement. It's been pointed out that many of the things that we take for granted in our everyday lives have been created as a byproduct of seemingly risky experiments - the space race, for instance, led to developments in fields such as cat scans, running shoes and sports bras. It's just that landing a rocket on the moon seems significantly less risky than attempting to punch a hole in the fabric of reality. If that's what it takes to develop a more efficient new non-stick frying pan then I'm not sure it's worth it.
Still, any new discovery has an inherent element of risk about it. Perhaps the scientists at Cern will do as they've set out to and discover wondrous new things about the way the universe works. That will be some comfort - when I've been spaghettified into screaming atoms and sucked into a swirling vortex of uncompromising nothingness, it'll be nice to know why it's happening.