Many worlds have ended before, and many more will end before long. From the end of our nomadic lifestyle, to the fall of the great city of Rome. From the revolutions that broke up medieval caste systems, to the dissolution of the communist states of Eastern Europe. From a world filled with terra incognita, to a world where even facts no longer are true. Worlds destroyed by strife, conflicting visions, slave-trade, technological advancements, failing bureaucracies, social mobility, human desire, greed, mass-consumerism, fate, and/or a combination of the above.

Each of these worlds comes with its own apocalyptical narrative. The war to end all wars, learning to love that atomic bomb, the millennium bug, the great replacement theory, climate change, and the current wave of mass extinction. There is a sense of irony to experience, and some comfort to be found, when overthinking how humanity has always been busy envisioning its end. It shines another light on one’s own mortality. Maybe, seeing the common end clearly is an evil we need, in order to find a clear direction in our individual lives? Maybe retelling our impending doom in the larger-than-life terms of gods, myths, and aliens can suffice?