Today I thought, very briefly, about apocalyptic cults, and how I empathise with them. I empathise with everyone who believes in an end. We're all going to hell. We're all going to heaven. The scientists say it'll be a meteor, trembling as it approaches its destination. People need a climactic resolution, but I don't believe in one. As I see it, the world will peter out painstakingly; for the longest time, there won't be a dramatic extinguishment, a beautiful nothing, but a teetering, flickering, dying something.
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aulait) wrote,
