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I have long wanted to write a note on a hot topic! I waited, accumulated emotions in myself and finally matured.) The fact is that lately, rumors and talk about the approaching end of the world, 2012 and other utter nonsense that people with such zeal and enthusiasm spread around the world . If earlier it amused me, made me smile, recently such news has started to openly annoy. Not only the yellow press, not only the Internet and garbage magazines, but also such media as radio and television from morning to evening, vying with each other talk about millions of approaching asteroids and alien spaceships, about the change of poles and magnetic storms, about the activity of the sun and cataclysms that are inevitable exactly. Moreover, it should be noted that most speakers do not even have a close idea what they are talking about, but their very appearance and genuine faith in their words make millions of “sheep” around the world tremble in superstitious fear of the mysterious Nibiru, which has been in the milky way for half a year now ... I do not presume now to refute any rumors or tell my opinion on this matter. Also, I do not care about the degree of idiocy or veracity of some legends. This is clear. As one great man said: "Imagination rules the world." Moreover, for the further narrative it would be more convenient to imagine that everything that we heard about 2012 is pure truth, and it will be so.) I am more interested in the public attitude to this news and the courage, the courage with which the news takes the next end of the world modern man. In this regard, I would like to tell one story that my teacher told me when I was at college. This is just the story of the "relationship".))


It was in the middle of the 18th century. Just 250 years ago. Cruel colonial wars were going on in America at that time. France and England fought for the right to become the United States.))) And then one day, in the midst of the American plains, two opposing armies met. On each side an average of 5 thousand people. Each of these people has its own story. Each of these people has a family or not a family. Every believer or atheist (although I think there were few atheists there). And each of them is still alive. Everyone has something to lose. All of them have done a huge, unthinkable, by today's standards, path. On some squishy powder keg across the ocean. Storms, shipwrecks, guns and blades of corsairs, cholera, Indians. Thousands of dead per hundred survivors. They saw everything, everyone knew, through everything they went. And now they are standing opposite each other, quietly and waiting for an order to shoot. They do not cry, do not swear, do not run, clutching their heads from awareness of the meaninglessness of what is happening, but stand still in complete silence. And here in the middle of this silent scene, this still image, an English general comes forward, looks around the French and speaks calmly, but at the same time loudly enough for everyone to hear: “Perhaps the French gentlemen will have the trouble to shoot first?” What happened next is completely irrelevant, let your imagination tell for me. The English won that battle. England won the war. But these are historical facts.

Every time I hear a conversation on the topic “God, we will all die”, I recall this story and that general. ) He was a handsome man. ) And I often think, it’s interesting, but what would he say if he knew what people would be talking and thinking after 250 years .. There, standing against five thousand guns. What would he think? ;))