A Low-Rent Mystery

So, here we are, still. It’s May 21st, it has passed the deadline for the Apocalypse to start, and we’re all still here. So much for Camping’s prophecy. Looks like the looting party’s off.

Still, there is a possibility that he could be right — the world could, as it were, be going out with a wimper rather than a bang (or, you know, a bunch of massive earthquakes). If the writers for Supernatural last season are right, perhaps we’ve got what the Kripkeeper and co. would call a “Wal-Mart Apocalypse”. The world ends in little things, a subtle (almost imperceptible) falling apart at the seams. Well, until the demon virus-infested Croatoan rage zombies get going, anyway.

Even if that isn’t the case (we’ll know when the zombie action starts — be prepared!) today may still see the end of the world for Camping’s followers, and I think that’s actually quite sad. The lack of earthquakes will shake the foundations of their world more completely than anything earthly could and that’s a hard thing to face.

Of course there is another sobering possibility: this is, as it has always been, hell.

I prefer to imagine that the world is just as it is, some of it beautiful, some of it awful, and it will be that way right up ’til an unforeseen and possibly entirely accidental end. I prefer to be surprised.

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About L. M. Bernhardt

For a good long while (15 years or so), I taught philosophy at a little private university in northwest IA, and occasionally branched out into playing music, dabbling in photography, experimenting with food, and writing nonsense on my blog. The philosophy teaching part ended in 2017 (program elimination via prioritization), but never fear! I've just finished my MLIS at San Jose State University, and I'm currently on the market looking for new adventures in either philosophy or LIS. Otherwise, I labor to support my dogs in the lavish manner to which they've become accustomed.
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