Countdown: (n) backward counting
At one time—I believe it was September 17th, 1988—it was contended that the world was supposed to end.
Then there was the rumor, based on the Mayan Calendar, that time would cease on 12/12/2012.
Yesterday, while watching TV, I was informed by a young scholar that the Earth has thirteen years left before it turns on us and exterminates all humanity.
No matter how much we try to turn the conversation to possibilities, joy and the general good cheer of common labor, there are just too many people determined to participate in a countdown to destruction.
Religious people think Jesus is going to come back to judge the quick and the dead, establishing his kingdom on Earth.
Environmentalists proclaim that the oceans will rise, and the weather will become so unpredictable that finding a place to dwell in the dwindling landscape will turn us all into barbarians.
Other people have financial countdowns.
But for some reason we seem determined to destroy our home—or at least talk about its doom in great detail.
It’s why a great man once said that the end of the world is known only to God, and Him alone. God doesn’t get drunk and share it with someone else. It really is on the downlow.
Because as nasty as we can be, thinking we have many more years to live, we all could become insanely possessed with our own survival if we literally had a clock ticking toward oblivion.