Suppose the marvelous correspondence of every second or third generation believing their times to be the end times proved at last to be correct and as such their linguistic habit or neighborhood engendered the formation of peculiar or eccentric languages puzzling over the quandary of the eschaton in new and exciting fashions, to wit: the praise of the faraway/near giving rise to a sudden surge of homonyms using local language and moral practices to formulate entirely new purposes, drawing boundaries and distinctions from a storehouse of concepts as yet undefined, languages from distant lands creating bulkheads on the shore of the proverbial psychic beach, and in doing so remaking the world, triggering the apocalypse as ever in the manner of a self-fulfilling prophecy, a naturalist's nightmare, sanity's bane, an objectivity-annihilating glossolalia of end times proportions determined as an end to all wars, the destruction of desolation and the nullification of distraction, exemption from idiocy and destructive ignorance cascading correlations heretofore misconceived.
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