Our lights may go out forever. That is if you know a Mayan and he is versed in his calendar. However, I don’t know any Mayans, or anyone else that does. So the calendar and the Mayan explanation for it carries with it a bit of mystery, if not room for error large enough to turn a fleet of battleships. Apparently there are Internet scholars out there numbered sufficiently enough to raise hysteria by claiming to recognize its detail and meaning. It’s apparently as easy as identifying a Norman Rockwell painting.
On that note but a separate cause for cataclysmic destruction, I hear a giant asteroid nearly squished us. Fortunately for us, it was a “near” miss. I guess it is up to you and how you define near and miss. If you consider 4 million miles as a near miss, well then, there you go. Congratulations, you dodged a cosmological, cataclysmic bullet. But just barely. (I hear Hollywood is already working feverishly to explain to us what would have happened had it been 4 million miles closer).
For a people that like to, or at least like to believe they do, have immediate control over our lives, we sure do jump at the opportunity to feel totally powerless to unseen and unknown forces. These forces are presumably waiting to wipe us out. Discovered in some ruin or rolling, snarling toward our blue planet from the cold dark yonder. It’s a classic case if the left don’t get you, the right one will.
If you listen to the hysteria regarding this or that coming catastrophe, these forces are growing impatient. They are salivating over the opportunity to erase humanity from the universe. And we are powerless to stop them. We are all going to perish.
I won’t pretend here that I don’t worry about the future. We all do to some extent. However, I firmly believe our lives either individually or collectively, will end on time. Life is nothing if it isn’t the quickest route we have to death. I’m not trying to sound dark or fatalistic or having fun with my inner Nietzsche (I don’t have one).
I just know there is little we can do about the fact people die in car crashes, in their sleep happy and old, or in cancer hospitals, innocent and young. In fact, it’s far more likely you’ll pass from this world to the next having been attached to similar circumstances. You have no more control over them than you would if an asteroid the size of a baseball had your name on it, and no less than would we all if the asteroid is the size of a football stadium.
If you want to know how you are going to die, hang around long enough and you’ll see soon enough. There’s no need to worry about the details or conjure up some cataclysm that’s best left for the imagination or the big screen.
Death is the destination for us all and final enough by itself. Life is short but I promise you it will last just long enough to get you there safely.
I again saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift and the battle is not to the warriors, and neither is bread to the wise nor wealth to the discerning nor favor to men of ability; for time and chance overtake them all. Moreover, man does not know his time: like fish caught in a treacherous net and birds trapped in a snare, so the sons of men are ensnared at an evil time when it suddenly falls on them. (The Book of Ecclesiastes 9:11,12)