End Of The World

One day, someone, somewhere will compose music of indescribable beauty, or write an almost unbearably beautiful masterpiece, or paint the perfect painting. And when he does, the skies will part and God will come to earth on His Thrones and surrounded by the rest of the angelic Host. And in the light of that Divine magnificence all the people will forget their sorrows. The blind will see, the crippled will be made whole. Hunger and thirst will not even be a distant memory. Happiness will rule and everyone will love each other. And God will reach out His hand to the man whose Work called forth this miracle. He will take that Work, and say, "Cheers mate, I made the world just for this!"

And then the world will end.

I've told this story to friends before and I have been called cynical. But I certainly don't intend it to be so. It makes me all warm and cosy. I mean, it would be nice to know that this was all for something.