posted on Nov, 17 2011 @ 11:00 PM
The day the world ends is not a day for regret, he thought.
He stood at the edge of the Western Front; cliff walls that less than a month ago had been called the Continental Divide. Well, the continent went and
got itself divided all right, he thought. He may have even said it out loud. It didn’t matter; no one was around to hear him. A new wall of water,
the seventh of the big ones and by far the biggest yet, ambled towards him with its promise of finality. This one would do it.
The world started ending the moment it was born, he imagined, but it started ending in a hurry just a few months ago. After decades of obsessing over
apocalypse of all kinds - nuclear annihilation, anthropomorphic climate change (whatever the hell that ever meant), deliberately planned depopulation,
collisions with comets or asteroids or planets, zombification virus, alien invasion, ruptures in the space/time continuum - the chaos of our minds
finally manifested as chaos in our world.
As below, so above.
Thousands of years of mistranslating that little pearl.
All this time we thought we were following divine footsteps. Turns out we were dancing the lead all along, and the world followed our macabre thoughts
to oblivion.
The wave was close now. In the moment before impact, a white light. A glimpse of something.
Another chance.
All is forgiven.