As far as the end of the world goes, that references god-fearing christian apocalyptic scary-tales from pre-literate, pre-scientific sheep herders who hadn't the faintest idea of how the world worked, and probably thought lightening and thunder the voice of Zeus/Jesus/Dionysus/Athena or whatever. Gods come and gods go. I don't believe in the end of the world. Or, in the immortal words of Royce O. Dixon, "the world ends when I die."
I guess I don't fear the end of the world, since it apparently has already ended.
RIP Grandpa
I guess I don't fear the end of the world, since it apparently has already ended.
RIP Grandpa
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you are the world.
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