Dinosaur city the future Back in 2026, I woke up to the sounds of mourning, the storm is here, the apocalypse is coming. In around 70ad, Jerusalem is destroyed by Roman forces and somebody called John wrote the apocalypse to counter the then current belief that Jesus is going to avenge Jerusalem's destruction. Jesus always did have a thing about Rome. The first apocalypse, an example set, Vesuvius erupts, buries pompei in 79.
In 2026, the hundredth version of the apocalypse takes place, where the Persians and other Arab peoples are accused of trying to destroy Jerusalem once again. Though it isn’t god nor Jesus who leads this revenge party, the ones called The Sheep Worrier and The Beast, who hypnotize and terrorize the known world of finance with demonstrations of hellfire, damnation and brimstone. Although there are plenty of examples of human compassion and a hopeful ambition of preserving what’s best about humanity, like medicine, like compassion, like helpful institutional organizations aiding food, water, and care throughout the world. Alas, those things are not the future, though they will always be around. The good ones. It’s the others who lead the sheep, and the sheep themselves who are always stuck inside their fear, rightly so, because they are always the ones shorn of their humanity, sometimes not forever but long enough to make the long road back to normalcy difficult and impossible. The sheep can never rule over themselves because they are not one, they are to be led and whoever leads them, knows they will follow. And for those who don’t follow, a life of strife rather than just fear is a prolonged guarantee. Sent from my iPad
