I grew up listening to fundie christian parents babble at length how we were living in end times. And mocking them mercilessly (at first among my fiends, later to their faces) as often as possible.
Now look at us - on the brink of non-existence politically, environmentally, and civilizationally. Not sure that last one is a word.
If they were right I’m gonna have some 'splainin to do.
Dammit.
Well, they’re not right if they were harping on “Jesus is coming again!” but other than that, I too might owe Mom & Dad and apology.
More clearly than ever in my life, I can see the end — the end of me, the end of America (whatever that really was), and the end of everything. It’s all so clear, it’s difficult to see anything else, even when I turn away.