The World’s End

Trust Sidey to get me off the beach and thinking about something else.

Her theme this week is The End of the World, arriving at it from a series of depressing, even despairing, pieces of information which have landed in her world/our world. It seems to me that one of things we keep having to do, an endless life struggle if you like, is the one about getting out from under the down stuff, whatever it is, and whatever way you choose to do it. [I know there are both good ways and bad ways and even worse ways in which people choose.]

But, here is my immediate response to the theme, back in Edinburgh, away from the outdoors and beaches:


Maybe this is what we need to know: The internet and news media opens all of the world to our gaze. We need walls and gates – through which we might go – and hospitality inside within which we can rest awhile.

Then we can go back out, through the gate, past the end of the world.

Those 16th century folk maybe knew that when they gave their hostelry its name. The Worlds End website has three banners running across its page (the 21st century folk know something too):

in a world of its own

where new experiences begin

find out what’s inside

Here’s to you Sidey, from a different hemisphere where spring is on its way. May you find hospitality wherever you go, whether or not it feels like the end of something.This is the view to the north from my deck this morning with the sun on my back.




10 thoughts on “The World’s End

  1. I guess the world having survived the Mayan ultimatum of 21st December 2102, is too robust to fall flat anytime soon. North Korea or no North Korea. The lines that come to mind are as follows.

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.

    Rudyard Kipling, 1895



    1. Its quite a while since I actually had an after work social in there – and I am not much of a pub person so have no criteria to judge it by – the name has always appealed to me.

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