It will seem as big as day, when the sky falls at last, when the stars flare out, in one colossal burst, and the blackest of nights is revealed.
That’s an SOS signal if ever there was one. Finally, an emergency alert that will not lull humanity to sleep. No snoring allowed during this wakeup call for the ages, a blinking asteroid of doom, flashing on the alarm clock of consciousness.
The mad rivers can shriek all they want. Hysterical gusts of guilt and remorse will be swallowed, one gulp at a time, in a tropical cyclone born of a polar vortex. This is an Old Testament, self-fulfilling prophecy that has been simmering for eternity.
Mine is testimony on behalf of the faint of heart, a solemn prayer for the not so innocent. Let’s face facts: we’ve been screwing around with oblivion, ever since creation. It’s always been a matter of time, and the sundial has been ticking for every generation.
All will be explained in a moment of clarity that passes us by at the speed of light. Until then, you can continue watching after this commercial break. Stay tuned; story at eleven.
You may notice that these tears of mine, that I shed for all mankind, will linger on my rosy cheeks, a little longer than usual. That on a day when all is as right as rain.
