Why do we yearn the judgment day? Why is there always, on some street corner, somewhere, somebody proclaiming that the end is near?
One must learn from their weaknesses, if possible. But this yearning keeps returning, again, and again.
We fancy ourselves children of the enlightenment, having learned dispassionate perspective from science. Yet prominent scientists revert to shamanism all too quickly.
How quickly the dioxide of Carbon has morphed from a molecule comprising 1/2500 of the atmosphere, a molecule we exhale with every breath, a molecule whose absorption spectra is already saturated by infrared light from the sun; to the boiler of oceans, the end of life on the planet.
A truly dispassionate observer would find it amusing, but nobody is laughing.