My attempt at conveying what the end of the current world feels like: I want to say that the end is full of everyone losing their minds and insanity reining. But I can’t. Everyone is just going about their business as usual. And that makes me feel like I’m losing my mind. It seems like insanity reins exclusively over my life. Maybe it’s just a certain type of person that can be attuned to the end, but it feels so monumentally obvious that it should be as alarming at the Sun not rising. And yet, the pace of everyday living doesn’t skip a beat, even while the events of the world appear in stuck in a widening gyre. It seems like everyone else in the world is in a tie for first place, while I’m stuck at the gate. Only in rare moments of clarity am I able to see the reality: so much of humanity viewing all Americans in a tie for first place while they are stuck at the gate…