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“I have a foreboding of an America in my children's or grandchildren's time -- when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what's true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness...

The dumbing down of American is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30 second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance”
― Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

“These months drive us to listen within.”
― Charol Messenger, Humanity 2.0: The New Humanity

“And if you were such a good clairvoyant, why didn't you just write things straight out? What's with all the stupid rhyming quatrains? Thanks for nothing.”
― Douglas Coupland, Hey Nostradamus!

“Kelimeler kalbe geldiÄŸinde ÅŸaire zulmeder, duyulmak isterler.”
― Sercan Leylek, Piri Reis ve Nostradamus

“Drones shall enter the home as mothers and children sit watching the screen. Wait for four seconds, an eternity in hindsight and then they shall be no more in the mud covered home of the desert.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“One by Stewart Stafford

Death riding a pale horse,
Warned it was time to leave,
No hiding place as dice rolled,
I sank to my knees to grieve.

Six hundred and sixty-six morticians,
Greeted the thing from the sea,
Scuttling sideways down the road,
It headed for Washington D.C.

Navel-gazing, not my thing at all,
But the Day of Judgement came by,
Grabbing my phone lightning-fast,
A dying breath to scream goodbye.

Firestorms, tsunamis, the dead resurrecting,
The sun shattered into nine,
Winds that flayed skin from bone,
Jester bells at dawn's last shine.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Nostradamus gained worldwide notoriety through an accident of history, but, ultimately, he was, like his contemporaries, only a product of the times he lived in. Just the fact that the original French prophecies are organized in rhymed quatrains proves that they were not meant to communicate a certain message, but to entertain a bored society.”
― Catalin Negru, A History of the Apocalypse