Apparently it’s the end of the world at the weekend. Again.
This time, though, it’s a Northern end; Ragnarök. With giant sea-serpents and wolves (well, one of each) doing battle with gods and warriors. I’m not quite sure where the goddesses are (or indeed, about the warriors chosen by Freyja and taken to her hall). And the souls in Hel’s hall being released into the world. And lots of flooding and general natural disasters. All quite exciting, really.
All to be, as normal, reborn into a shiny new world with the resurrection of Odin’s son Baldr, whose death caused this end, and who will be the ruler of the New Order. It’s all laid down in Völuspá, complete with the list of dwarves which Tolkein used for naming his band in The Hobbit.
I don’t know about you, but what’s wrong with living life and not worrying about the end of world? Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die, kind of thing. Have fun. Enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about or fear death. It’ll come, eventually. It’s something we all have to face, in our own time. There’s nothing you can do about it. So have some fun in the meantime.