One thing is certain. There won’t be enough seats on the Good Ship Lollipop for all eight billion of us. And that highlights the most seductive and destructive part of all Rapture Ideologies. No matter how statistically unlikely, we secretly believe we’ll personally score a ticket to ride. Against all odds, we imagine that we are one of the saved, not one of those Left Behind. Imagine how high the bar will be to nab a ticket off the Late Great Planet Earth. It will make those helicopters leaving the U.S. embassy during the fall of Saigon look like a warm-up.
