Wait and See

It was not, although we felt it. It had shape, form. Or rather there was an absence – sensed in the air – where it would be if it was here. Many thought it was some presence from some other world. The more mystical thought it was from some world to come that had slipped through the barrier between those separate worlds; some devil or demon from the nether regions making itself manifest. Those that longed for the end of the world to bring some terminal certainty to their uncertain lives saw it as presaging the end of days. Even though it was not the benevolent creator god they’d longed and hoped for, they still welcomed it and hoped the promise of it smiting the ungodly, who sneered and laughed at them, would be kept.

Others, more rational, thought it could be some seepage from a parallel universe. Maybe one with malevolent intent to be sure, but perhaps something that lived in a universe unlike our own where our concepts of right and wrong, light and dark did not hold sway.

More thought it was some mass delusion, some spiritual yearning for something beyond the wonders of this universe they found too hard to understand, a yearning for the simplicities of good and evil right and wrong, goodies and baddies.

Many more, though, thought it was best just to wait and see what happened next.