The End Of Times

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Space in its infinite scope befuddles the human mind. As a boy lying on the grass in the backyard, gazing at the twinkling vastness before me, I would for some reason tremble with anxiety. It wasn’t fear in the truest sense of the word but it was fear to some degree surrounded emotionally by a sense of being, I don’t know why…maybe the feeling of being just a grain of sand on a beach, in a desert??As my eyes swept across the sky, they encountered the Moon… the Moon brought infinity back into perspective, and my anxiety diminished. The Moon was stability embracing mankind in its lunar glow, all is right with the world. The tides ebbed and flowed, currents caressed the shores…yes the Moon would change progressively during each month. It would be beyond our sight for a time, but the sliver I called a “Fingernail Moon” would once again start the lunar rebirth.It seems like ages ago when the television “talking heads” started saying there were rumors of something amiss in space. Most people immediately assumed it would be another meteorite “near miss” of about a million miles. It was also noted without explanation that diplomatic traffic at the Whitehouse had increased. At first, at the Secretary of State and Secretary of Defense levels, then came heads of State, even the President increased his foreign travel schedule. There were vague explanations of the reasoning behind these visits but nothing of consequence. Congress was curiously quiet and political rhetoric crept along at an all-time low.During one of the late-night talk shows, some marginally obscure actor asked if anyone else noticed that the Moon Ankara escort appeared larger and was curious if this was an expected planetary event. The host’s eyes glazed over and he brought the conversation back to Paris Hilton’s new flurry of beaver shots after several years of absence.Sitting on my deck watching the evening unfold into night as a full Moon hung in the sky. The Moon did appear larger or at least it seemed that way. That youthful quiver of anxiety crept up my spine briefly unnerving me.“That’s absurd! If there was any change the government would certainly make it known,” I muttered to myself. Yet, I was transfixed by the enormity of the Moon and its incandescent glow lighting the night with an uncanny brightness. Maybe I should talk to someone in the Science Department at the university where I periodically addressed classes in the business school. I made a mental note to do that the next day.In the morning, I equivocated about bothering a professor at the university primarily because of the off chance of looking like a complete idiot. After all, it was likely some easily explained astronomical phenomenon which occurs every thousand years or so. Nonetheless, I gritted my teeth, head down, and made my way to the school’s planetarium searching for answers to my questions.Dr. Elias Brand is one of the foremost researchers of planetary evolution working closely with NASA and other agencies on a global basis. He also had a brief television stint on the local PBS station and appeared very personable. I found him packing his briefcase in his office. He Ankara escort bayan turned to greet me by saying,“I don’t have much time at the moment I am off to NASA for a few weeks then to Colorado for a short research residency at their telescope in the mountains. What is it I can do for you?”“I know this is going to sound off the wall…I’ll get right to it. Is there anything to my concerns about the Moon?”He hesitated, turned, and said very slowly, ”What exactly are you concerned about?”“From my point of view… at least what I think am seeing… the Moon seems to be getting bigger and brighter. I have noticed that the media is also reporting the concerns of others and even the most uninterested of people seemed to feel there is an unusual amount of government activity. I was just wondering…”Dr. Brand eased down in his chair behind his desk. ”Please, sit down. This will take a minute.”Rubbing his forehead, he looked up at me sighing he said, “I have been working with a global team of scientists for the last month and a half. We have been watching the gradual deterioration of the Moon’s elliptical orbit around the earth. At first, it was slightly noticeable then as it became more and more influenced by the Earth’s gravitational pull the orbit’s cycle decreased at a more rapid rate. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but thus far we haven’t a clue as to how we can stop the inevitable collision of the Moon and Earth.”We sat staring at one another, I stunned into silence, Dr, Brand slouched in resignation.He lifted his head and with a sigh said, “The President and Escort Ankara every head of State worldwide will be addressing their respective nations worldwide at the same time in the next few days. They will be explaining the nature of the crisis and their plans.”I muttered something incoherently about what could be done. The answer was shocking…”Nothing. The end is upon us.”I returned to my house sitting on the patio looking over the forested cemetery in the distance as tears of both frustration and gloom ran down my cheeks. I suppose all of us have asked ourselves or have been asked the question of what would you do if you knew you only had a few days to live? It was no longer a question it was a fact. What would I do? How much time remains?I suspect that once this is revealed to the public there will be chaos, rioting, panic. Money, possessions virtually everything will be worthless. How will order be maintained, could it be maintained? Those responsible for upholding the structure of society would be subject to the same helplessness as every other human. Would they simply give up? Shouldn’t they? There was no resolution…it was going to happen.How did I want to spend my last days? Would I choose to face the end alone or should I call someone to join me? That was answered when I noticed Amanda, a friend from the neighborhood, walking up the hill to my house. We had developed a relationship of sorts over the last few months that hadn’t reached the sexual level as yet but showed some promise. Amanda was the news anchor for a local television station and coupled with her amazing physical attributes she had an incisive intellect complimented by a unique sense of humor…everything you would want in a friend.As she sat next to me on the outdoor couch she looked up into my eyes with what could only be described as the look of someone who had been given the worst news possible…she had. She said,

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