As long as the sun and the moon are above
As long as bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now

Only a white haired old man,
Who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet
For he's much too busy
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world
There will be no other end of the world

-Czeslaw Milosz-