What practices among us are wasteful? What practices might we live without? Is it possible that the words that come from our mouths then form the attitudes that lead to our ruin? Or is it the other way around?
Armageddon seems to me to be a metaphor for the actual final process of individual life- yes there are trumpets- but if I am dying, I am the only one hearing them- might I come back from the dead to proclaim the great nothing?
When I speak to my very old friend and he seems distant and unfriendly- I remember what Oscar Wilde said, "you don't need to be nice to people when you are dying."