Chicken Little’s apocolyptic warning never ceases to be relevant. For, anytime a natural disaster such as earthquakes or tornadoes threaten, the doomsayers crawl out from under their rocks and announce, “The end is nigh! The end is night! It is a sign of the end times! Jesus is coming back soon!” Glen Beck was one of the best at this, as apocalyptic doom was a stable of his chart-laden dog-and-pony show.
Now sooner or later one of them is going to be right. For example, a mutant gene could run amok and wipe us all out. Or some right-wing crazy with a nuclear weapon could annihilate us all. The heavenly bodies, all so routinely dancing with intricate precision, could suddenly hiccup and this simple little planet could be smashed into the cosmic gruel it used to be. And, the scientists say that one of these days this universe will stop spinning, will grind to a halt, and sink back into oblivion anyway. See, we are doomed! We are all going to die, individually and collectively! And, when it does happen, someone will be shrieking, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” At that time I hope they all feel good about themselves and get appropriate tv news and talk-show coverage!
But these apocalyptic nut jobs just need to get a life and stop terrorizing people with their cosmic insecurity. You see, this is all about death and death is something we have a life time to prepare for. Someone in mental health has noted, “Those that are afraid of death are afraid of life.” The issue in death, the “sting of death” spoken of in the Bible, is just our fragile ego sensing its finitude and realizing that it could be snuffed out like a candle at any moment and will, at some point, meet that fate.
And I’m not ready for my own little “flickering candle” to be snuffed out. I want it to continue to burn brightly for years. But, I’ve accepted that this is not going to happen and have determined that the best thing to do is to accept this fact, to trust my Source which gave rise to me in the first place, and to busy myself taking care of hearth-and-home and trying to offer something to the world. It would be self-indulgent and spiritually immature to constantly bemoan my death or the death of the species.
Thousands of years ago Aeschylus noted this insanity, simply noting, “The gods created disaster so that the people will have something to talk about.”