The Snow at the end of the world

In Wyoming no one's at all interested in who I am, I'm not even interested.

There are lots of other things to keep me occupied, like the end of the world.

In Wyoming the end of the world is always happening all around me. All I have to do is wake up and walk out the front door, like I did this morning.

The snow fell late last night, it woke me about 2 a.m. I could hear the snow but couldn't see the snow.

It wasn't supposed to snow, but it snowed anyway. I woke up and thought about snow in September, the end of the world, and the people in Wyoming who weren't thinking about me.

It shouldn't snow in September, and the world shouldn't end, though if it does end I'll be we'll prepared after reading The Atlantic Monthly (July/August, 2013) and a column called The Big Question in which they asked 13 prominent people, "How and when will the world end?"

Bill McKibben thinks "the world as we know it is already over, " pretty predictable from a hard-rock doomsayer who makes a living from the apocalypse. Gerta Keller, paleontologist, Princeton U, says 4 out of 5 "mass extinctions in history were driven by volcanic eruptions that flooded entire continents." The world could "quite possibly end with the explosive eruption of Yellowstone, which is past due." Nathaniel Rich, author, "Odds against Tomorrow," predicts global pandemic, "the destruction is Seattle and San Francisco by earthquakes..."

By this time, the end of the world is coming closer and closer to home. Yellowstone is right up the road from the cabin in which I can't sleep, and I'm sitting in the big chair reading about the end of the world, which will end either in San Francisco where I live when I'm not in Wyoming, or in Wyoming.

Craig Hamilton-Parker, psychic and medium, makes up the world's finest answer, the longest, by 3 or 4 words over Deepak Chopra, and quite convoluted, involving a red giant, consciousness in the quantum world, and our evolution into "super-beings capable if bending the laws of physics and living within the sun itself."

Well, it wasn't supposed to snow last night, but it did, and the world isn't supposed to end, but it will, and no one's interested in who I am other than me.