Many are now in a hell of eternally waiting for something to happen, which never does. Incarnation upon incarnation of idleness and fruitless anticipation.

Hence why collapse-cult hysteria is spread with rapture.

The world controllers take advantage of your bored expectation.

The pixels shout at you to fear an inevitable, hopeless, gruesome demise.

Not dissimilar to the natural death you'd face, anyway, but this one arouses more fear only because it's popular.

You shudder, then resume your daily monotony. You'll think about it again later.

You're well-versed in old books, & customs of dead empires. Peter the Great stood on the roof at a ball once.

You look out the window. A lethargic grey sky greets you. Why'd I turn my head, anyway?

14th century farmers invoked magick to aid their crops. Hey, that's interesting

You open twitter for the 24th time. A pandemic erupts all of a sudden. Wow. It's claimed millions so far.

Or...was it only thousands? That doesn't matter. At least you won't be bored now.

Isn't it strange that I hear of a large-scale travesty, & think nothing of it? Much less, to think of a million deaths with wistful earnestness?

Probably.

Oh well, I prayed last week. I argue online with those just like me, but of a differing esoteric faith. I'm right with God