Why Aren’t We Talking About How The World Is Ending

If you grew up in a staunch Christian household, you must have been surrounded by talk of the world ending, based on “the signs,” that usually contain a dismal array of epic happenings, recalling biblical threats that promise the heralded return of Jesus Christ, just in time to save “the saved” from earth’s timed combustion.

As a child and imaginative teen, I never took any of these warnings seriously because at that age you’re blissfully protected from the ability to acutely assess the imminent danger of a failing universal system, that’s buckling under the strain of gross negligence with the added deadliness of social disharmony.

Now that I am a fully grown adult with almost half of my life behind me, the rumors of the world coming to an end sooner rather than later are swirling again, and this time, there is no little girl drowning out the loud murmurs with the help of an over-used walkman.

There is only streams and streams of blatant imagery that depict drowning villages, battered cities, and the wails and screams of terrorized souls, both dead and living.

There’s no escape from the Hi-Res collage of global catastrophes that continue to filter in and out of Moments, that have been designed to assault senses into submission when it comes to high-tolerance web surfing.