We should all make the best out of our time here before we meet our own personal apocalypse, whatever the best might be for you anyway. When your end comes, everything that happens on Earth after that is pretty irrelevant, because you ain’t never gonna know. What future generations will think of you means zilch compared to what your friends, family, and other living people that you spend time with think of you now. Three or four generations after you pass, you’ll be just another brief entry on a huge database.

I wonder if the author is some kind of doomsday prepper, because if he is taking all of this end of the world business seriously it seems like he would have crates of canned food, water purification kits, serious medical supplies, and lots of ammo in his closet. If there is going to be a revolution, he’s going to need that stuff too. If he doesn’t have that material, the fixation with impending doom may be a more personal existential issue.