Science fiction author Michael Casher dusts the cobwebs off previously unused sections of his brain.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

What Armageddon Means to Me

What does the predicted end of the world really mean to me? Not much.

I try to live a good life and each year I make some kind of effort to be a better person than I was the year before. And, for the past six years, I've dedicated part of my day-to-day life toward making this planet a better world for all of us. What took me so long? Before that I didn't give a shit, like most people.

Anyway, I try to help make it a better world by writing about the things I write about (sorry, you'll have to read one of my books if you want to know what they are) and by how I conduct myself in the public domain. Being a good citizen with respect for others should come naturally to us all. But it doesn't. Most of us have to really work at that. And it's certainly worth the effort.

But I'll be damned if I'm going to live the rest of my life worrying about doomsday. Spooky religious predictions have never caused me any dismay in my life and they never will. And who can believe the scientific predictions, anyway, if you can't trust the scientists to do and say the right thing, meaning the honest thing? Besides, if that so-called day of reckoning ever comes it probably won't be anything like we anticipated and what we think it might be won't make any difference, anyway, if and when it does happen.

In fact, the more people talk about the end times, the more I live what's left of my life in appreciation of the here and now. When you think about it, today is all we really have.

Why squander that?