Will the world end with a bang or a whimper?

[terrya]

[Nicholas D Wolfwood]

1. Whimper

I did my summer reading! ;-)

[Magrittes Pipe]

2. A giant sucking sound.

[JVS]

3. Trumpet solo!

[mark11727]

4. God to Gabriel: "Play me some BLUES!"

On edit --- Ah, I found the link to the Shel Silverstein story this came from...

http://www.sassyblonde.net/blog/archives/000142.html

[Mara Steele]

5. Neither: a song. <nt>

[soupkitchen]

6. Fire and Ice

Robert Frost's Fire and Ice (from memory, may not be totally accurate)

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if the world were to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And will suffice.

[tigereye]

12. nice poem

hopefully not for a long, long time.

[jukes]

7. both

:nuke:

[Snoggera]

8. Sneeze

So God has the opportunity to say "bless you"

[ClintonTyree]

9. Whimper...............

if you consider wailing and crying a whimper. I believe the end will come in either a biological or chemical catastrophe. No huge bangs but much death and agony.

[mrboba1]

10. it will end with a purple dancer:

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

11. A bang and a whimper - oh right, no sex threads

sorry!

[elehhhhna]

13. The Second Coming -- William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- William Butler Yeats