Judgement day came and went.
The assumptions which were to occur en mass did not happen. Harold Camping, the current face of this apocalypse, is undeterred, chalking the “nothing happened” up to a little biblical misunderstanding. It was an “invisible judgement day,” says he. Camping insists the earth will meet it’s end via fireball later this year on Friday, October 21st.
Maybe we did get judged last weekend. Equally plausible is that there was nobody worth taking. Perhaps even those of deep faith in the proclamations of Camping, the imperfect, fallible human, just didn’t make the cut. Maybe all that happened was that dull sigh of disappointment from a small throng of believers bemoaning that we are all still just here; not there.
Since the lot of us are stuck here with one another, I like to assume doing the best we can, I suppose we have to shuffle along, try not to do too much harm, and maybe, just maybe, try to make this imperfect place a little better.
I am scheduling a nice post-apocalypse get-together on October 22nd to celebrate life here, as imperfect as it is. Cheers!
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