Putting off the End of the World

Just the most perfunctory of "Pouring out of Beakers" this morning, as we have made a shocking discovery. I say "shocking". My experience of this kind of thing is that once you've heard it, you're shocked into action for a while, then it becomes "Business as Usual" and you forget about it and think things are going to stay as they are forever. And then you remember again.

Between one and three billion years from now, all the seas and oceans are going to boil away, as the Sun expands its size. Which may make you give it a bit more respect, next time you're laying on the beach.

The doom-merchants and "Neigh-sayers" (people who've said "Nay" so many times they've gone a bit horse) say this is it, we're all going to die.

But we say - this just assumes humanity will be powerless to do anything. Which, if they all turn out to be descended from Rod Stewart, may be true. It's no good pouting and singing "Do ya think I'm sexy" when the Atlantic is boiling away into space. But we reckon there's still time.

So knowing that the time is short, we're putting off today's liturgy to dedicate ourselves to collecting all the plastic bags we can find.  We reckon when the time comes, we'll be able to build a giant plastic balloon to hold all the water vapour in. There is the slight problem that this might make the earth even hotter, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. It's the least we can do for Mother Gaia.