It's been the end times since the start. There have always been men perched on high spewing tales of our demise. Certified through fiction. Whether flood or flame, the son or the stars, we've grown up obsessed with our species departure. To keep you scared. To keep you focused on leaving. To keep you buying what they're selling. Walk a mile in the shoes of the doomsday picketer and see if you find your destination. The fool's path is weathered. We're walking in circles.
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