Maybe one morning the sun won’t rise, which would mean, I assume, that the earth had blown off course and was whirling away into the never-never.
I wouldn’t like this very much, being, as I am, a devoted fan of blue sky, sunshine and warmth. In fact it would be one of those occasions that make me glad I’m old and closer to the end than the beginning.
Not that I imagine any of us would live very long without the sun – if indeed we hadn’t been plucked into eternity during the process of this cosmic malfunction, or kidnapped by aliens if it wasn’t cosmic at all but malice aforethought. (Although why would any right-minded aliens want to expand their kingdom with earthlings given our track record for messing things up? But I digress.)
I don’t know the practical and scientific ramifications of this sudden loss of sun except that they would be huge and catastrophic even assuming we hadn’t all died instantly, but at the moment, I don’t care. In the unlikely event that all else remained the same, what interests me is how stupid we’d manage to be in our scramble to survive.
In the current state of the world, I suspect that those likely to survive the longest would be the poorest nations used to having very little, and infinitely resourceful about how to use what little they have.
The western world, used to having unlimited supplies of everything its heart desires, would run around like a chook with its head cut off demanding ‘they’ fix it. But experience to this point indicates that ‘they’ would be terminally incapable of agreeing on anything beyond forming a committee to investigate the options. Not a lot of hope there.
In fact the only real hope would be if humanity got over itself, forgot about race, creed, ego, self-righteousness and entitlement, pooled its material and intellectual resources and resurrected that ancient concept called ‘the common good’.
What would be the chances, do you think?