|   | From New 
        Republic (March 29, 1993) by Douglas 
        Coupland Not so long 
        ago, the millenium meant the Book of Revelation, pestilence, earthquakes 
        and rapture. For David Koresh it still may. But lack of faith hasn't stopped 
        other Americans from experiencing millennium frenzy. A brief exploration 
        of what people might mean when they talk so feverishly about the end of 
        the world.  When the 
        end of the world occurs ... 
        There 
          will be an explosion of fun; all boredom will end I will 
          not have to live anymore trapped inside linear time; the concept of 
          infinity will cease to be frightening I will 
          be released from the daily grind of being myself There 
          will be great destruction; structures like skyscrapers and multinational 
          corporations will be destroyed. I will experience release because I 
          will no longer have to live and work among these structures that I had 
          no particular hand in creating anyway All secrets 
          about everything will be revealed and I will have endless fun learning 
          these secrets Animals 
          will perish along with humans and I will no longer have to feel guilty 
          that animals are somehow freer and purer than myself My dream 
          life and my real life will fuse Those 
          people I dislike and who disagreed with me will have their existences 
          erased forever The existence 
          of Something Large in which I can believe -- that Something of which 
          I am always on the brink of knowing but never quite do -- will be both 
          confirmed and revealed to me at last I will 
          be judged and found not to be a bad person Freeways 
          will experience many exciting and fiery car crashes All the 
          merchandise in the world will be mine for free except I will be so busy 
          enjoying myself watching the orgy-like spectacle of destruction that 
          I will not want any of it Just before 
          I become immaterial, my body will turn itself inside out and fall to 
          the ground and cook like cheap steak on a hibachi and I will be released 
          There 
          will be much loud music All of 
          the trappings of this brief life will be found to be arbitrary and fleeting 
          I will 
          meet celebrities and they will be forced to be my friend   
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