I have seen the apocalypse come and go like so many fashion statements. The final curtain is worn in the most provocative manner by would be prophets, depending on which end time is the most popular with the masses. It seems, too, at times, that everything is an ending or a beginning; no one wants to be stuck in the middle of anything; it is the constant longing for change, for something to be happening. We want God to clean up all the messes we’ve made, and to absolve us from all responsibility — that we may forget about it all. The end of the world is nothing new, I think. It is the ultimate in vanity, if you care to see it: the thinking that you will outlast all civilization. Still, the end may happen, despite all the predictions that it will happen. But I think that the apocalypse will not be as one might predict, that the world may just roll quietly along, until one day we look around and see a different world all around us: that the end of this one world would be… the beginning of quite another.