In the midst of an eclipse, a time when celestial bodies align in an eerie dance, I found myself perched on the edge of anticipation, awaiting the promised cataclysm. With missiles poised to obliterate the moon, a Collider ready to unlock multi-verses of black holes and superpowers, and The Devil’s Commit looming over us, I braced myself for the end of days.
Sitting amidst the hushed whispers of fellow apocalypse enthusiasts, the air heavy with the scent of anticipation and something distinctly herbal, I couldn’t shake the feeling of surrealism. The world seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the climax of some cosmic drama.
But as the eclipse unfolded, painting the sky in shades of darkness, nothing happened. Missiles didn’t blow up the moon, no Collider unleashing black holes, multi-verses,and no one reported receiving super powers, and The Devil’s commit remains far away and now even further away in the whispers of digital echo chambers. It was as if the universe had decided to hit the snooze button on the apocalypse.
In the face of this anticlimax, I found myself grappling with the unreliability of it all. How could we, mere mortals, dare to predict the whims of the cosmos? We build our fears upon the foundations of speculation, only to find ourselves confronted with the mundane reality of existence.
So, what does one do when faced with the failure of doomsday? Well, in true Dabbin-Dad fashion, I did what any self-respecting observer of the absurd would do: I lit up a joint and let the smoke swirl around me as I embraced philosophical contemplation.
As I inhaled, I couldn’t help but ponder the absurdity of it all. Here we were, sitting on the precipice of oblivion, only to be left with nothing but our thoughts and a sense of existential bewilderment.
In the end, perhaps the true apocalypse is not the cataclysmic event we envision, but rather the slow realization that the universe is far more unpredictable and capricious than we could ever imagine. So, as I sat there, watching the eclipse fade into the dawn of a new day, I made peace with the unreliability of it all.
And so, as the dark skies gave way to the light of a new mid-day dawn, I found solace in the simple act of existing, knowing that even in the face of uncertainty, there is beauty to be found in the chaos of it all.
Keep it weird,
