MINNEAPOLIS (AP) Things fall apart.
The place feels empty.
It’s a chilly morning.
I’m alone, and the only light comes from the window.
I am alone, in my living room, staring at the ceiling.
It is a cold morning, I tell myself.
Then I open the door to the bedroom, and it’s dark.
I think to myself, Is this going to be a dream?
The apartment is not far from the airport, and I am on a flight home from Dallas.
The only sound is the shower.
There is no phone, no internet, no TV.
I take a long look around the apartment, trying to find anything that might tell me something is amiss.
I find a book.
It looks like a book about the history of the world, and on the front is a drawing of a man.
The drawing is of an ancient Greek god.
I know this god, I think.
I don’t have to look very hard.
I can hear the voice of the god.
It calls me.
I do not recognize the voice.
But I know the god is calling me.
He is saying, Look at me, you have no idea.
And I do know that this god is my father, and he is telling me something, and if I am not to die, I have to listen.
And so, I open my eyes and look around me.
There are two other gods there.
And there are three children.
And the gods are all there.
The world is not like this.
In the picture on the wall, the man is holding a sword, and his son is holding an axe.
In a world of chaos and bloodshed, there is a quiet peace.
It would be a bad idea to leave this world, I say.
And then I see that I am looking at a picture of my own father, smiling.
And his son looks at me with an expression of pure joy.
And my mother, she looks at the picture of her father and says, He was so kind, my father.
And suddenly the universe, I am thinking, looks like this!
And then the universe is like this, I’m thinking, and there are gods, and children and the world is like that.
The universe is the most beautiful thing in the universe.
And at the same time, it is also the most chaotic.
It has the most people, the most chaos.
And if you ever go back in time and look back, you will see the same things happening.
You will see that you are looking back on the time when the world was just a blank slate, where nothing mattered.
You would be amazed at what you would see.
And this is what I am going to tell you, my friend.
This is what you need to know about the world.
You need to understand the world now.
This world is going to collapse, and that collapse is going be very, very bad.
But you are going to have to survive.
The whole world is collapsing.
This collapse is happening right now.
And what is happening is the world will explode into the stars.
And you are the only ones who will survive.
This universe will collapse into the earth, and you are only going to live in your mother’s womb.
You are going have to fight for your life and for your family.
You can’t just sit around and watch everything go down the tubes.
There will be a huge explosion.
There won’t be a lot of people left alive.
And it will be the beginning of the end.
You and the other survivors will have to save everybody else.
There’s going to come a point when the whole universe will explode, and people are going a million miles an hour.
And we are going, “Oh, my God, we have to go.”
This is the only way we’re going to survive, my friends.
We are going for survival.
I’ve lived a lot more than my friends, and this is the one time when I am absolutely confident that I know how to survive the collapse.
So I go into the bathroom and I grab the toilet paper.
I open it, and a stream of black and white is splashing into the water.
I wipe the toiletpaper off, and then I look at the shower curtain.
I see a man sitting in a chair, holding a knife.
He looks at his reflection in the shower and he looks at himself in the mirror.
And he says, Look, this is my daughter, and she is my wife.
I have always been married to my daughter.
I will never give up, I will be here to take care of her.
And in my heart, I know that I will make her proud.
And now I am sitting in my bathroom, and in the water is a little girl.
And she is looking at me and smiling.
It was my daughter who made me a father, my son