Is this the last of it?
Are these the last days? The question has been asked, many, many times in the past, but maybe in a different way. I don't imagine the world to be ending, or expect the Universe to implode, the Earth to swallow us all in an instant. What I mean to say is how much longer do we - you and I - have left? The brief spark of love and life, the joy of this lucid dream, how much longer?
