What happens when the world ends?

Do we forge a new sense of camaraderie? 

Do we forgo our grudges at the armageddon's behest? 

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My take is that the world's end won't be so spectacular after all. When the end comes, most of us won't notice. Some will sense it, others won't care - too caught up in our own lives to look up. ​​

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Ultimately, we'll go as we came - ignorant, selfish, blind - too consumed by our own reflections to notice the world crumbling around us.