Two weeks ago, a certain leader of a religious sect in America predicted that the world would end at 6 o’clock, on the 21st of May 2011. I was supposed to be in the parish by then to serve as deacon over the weekend. I sent my apology that I couldn’t make it not because I believe that the world would end really, [which only God knows], but because I have to spend more time in writing my 25,000 word synthesis. I wanted to finish it before the end of the world, rather before my ascension, rather before my ordination. Of course the end didn’t happen. The next day, I read a comic strip about the failed prediction, saying to Harold Camping, “Your prediction is disgusting minister. It failed, again, the second time.” The minister then answered, “Yes, it didn’t happen because you didn’t have faith.”