The hollow men

Decía en el post anterior que Carl Sagan temía que la humanidad de autodestruyera en una explosión nuclear, si bien aún no es posible descartar dicha posibilidad (tan solo Estados Unidos cuenta con 65 mil ojivas nucleares, registradas), hay razones para pensar que quien, sabiéndolo o no, tendrá la razón sobre cómo será el fin del mundo fue TS Eliot, en el último verso de The Hollow Men, a continuación, las últimas dos partes del poema...

Somos una raza de humanos huecos, hechos de paja, parece que en algún lugar del camino perdimos la sangre...

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.