It will all be just fine. The world will not begin spinning backwards, and the rapture will not happen anytime soon. The fish will still bite, and the water will still be polluted, and the sky will still be tainted, and the roads will still be crowded. Protest music will be useless again – as if it were useful this time around. Babies will be born, and old folks will die. Everything has its season, and every season changes. Everything has its time; past, present and future. Take note. What comes around goes around, and if you have lived awhile, you know that’s the honest truth.