Down Look Down…
When I was at school and struggling with spelling, I could not spell complicated words such as ‘Armaggeddon’. This inability fed my young anxiety and I tried to cover it up so that others would not ridicule me. My RE teacher looked at my attempt and saw the concern upon my face.
“Don’t worry, Matthew, it’s not the end of the world.”
Little did she know that it was not only the end of it but the beginning of The End.
My love of all things apocalyptical was the springboard for my evolving religiosity and political beliefs. The end was a clean sheet, a time to wipe away and start again, a second chance. It was a world that had shed its cares and dreads. It was the real deal.
There is a book that I return to every five years or so and I have been doing this since…
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