So how many of us would admit that we experienced a slight frisson of slight anxiety because of all the hoop-la about the ‘end-of-the-world’? How many checked the news to see how New Zealand was doing, as the ‘end’ was supposed to start around there? There seems to be an element in many of us, myself included, who can know intellectually that some pronouncements are merely pathetic and yet can recognize the fact that maybe, just maybe, someone who gets their pronouncements all over the flipping press all over the flipping world might have a clue, just because of their pronouncements. There are so many proverbs such as ‘saying doesn’t make it so’, that are trite and true, but even the expression ‘trite and true’ is a cliché, so where does that leave us? Well, as humans it isn’t easy to ignore our fears about our own immortality. And it isn’t easy to ignore the horrific events our poor planet has been experiencing recently. Perhaps, though, there is one gift that we receive from the ‘end-of-the-world’ passage and from all the tornadoes and earthquakes and accompanying devastation. That gift is our continuing to be. That gift is the one we receive every morning when we wake - another day. More time to enjoy the world we still have. More time to make our lives what we want them to be. More time.