There are many ways the human race could end. Agricultural crisis, anthropogenic, artificial intelligence, asteroid impact, biotechnology, climate change, cosmic threats, geomagnetic reversal, global pandemic, ecological disaster, extraterrestrial invasion, mega-tsunami, nanotechnology, overpopulation, volcanism and warfare, are the main ones. Most of those are definitely gonna happen, so it’s not a question of if but when in terms of our demise. How we die determines what we do on our final day. You can’t go fishing with your old man if there’s a 1,000 foot tall wave heading your way and you can’t go bungee jumping during an alien invasion…
Maybe the answer is to look at realistic end of the world scenarios. Sir Isaac Newton believed the world would end in 2060, based on research he did of the Bible. Most scientists agree that if the human race doesn’t wipe itself out, the last day of planet Earth will be around the year five billion. When our star grows so large it either swallows or scorches the Earth. And if we somehow survive that, we have until around the year 10 to the power of 100 until the universe goes ballistic, when it has diminished to a state of no thermodynamic free energy and therefore can no longer sustain motion or life.
Of course, it’s entirely possible I am the only one to die. That there is no tomorrow for me because something awfully fatal is about the happen to me. You know, they always say you should live like there is no tomorrow. Quite possibly the worst idiom on Earth. If there were no tomorrow, the vast majority of humankind would spend their final 24 hours crying. All of us say we’d go and live each second like it was the brightest star in the sky. But we wouldn’t. No one would. Surely, we’d all be better off not knowing the end was about to arrive…
Most people would choose to reconcile with family or reconnect with old friends. Say one’s goodbyes and affections to those we love. Many would tick off as many items on their bucket list as possible. Many would make love to their partner one last time. Or failing that, the nearest lady of the night. But I’m sorry, readers, I wouldn’t do any of that. It’s so hollow, isn’t it? If the threat of death is what it takes for you to reconcile and reconnect, then something is seriously wrong with you. The chance of death is as high tomorrow as it is today and yesterday. You could die at any point. You will not see it coming. Yet, given that opportunity, you reconcile and reconnect. It couldn’t be any hollower. It’s an empty gesture. Something you’re only doing because you feel you must. That it is to be expected. But you don’t mean it. Of course you don’t. Or you’d have done it before the threat of death.
Most of us, me included, would spend our final 24 hours doing what we always have done. The daily routine. What else can you do? Get up. Get changed. Go to work. Come home. Have your dinner. Go to sleep. Never wake up. What’s wrong with that? Bungee jumping isn’t gonna make you feel any better. Reconciling is pointless. Making love isn’t going to feel anymore special. Just do what you always have. In fact, the only thing I would do that was different from my normal routine would be to say goodbye to my readers on my blogs. I wouldn’t even say goodbye to my family. I hate goodbyes.
If there were no tomorrow? I wouldn’t do anything special at all.
But what would you do, readers?
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