Guess we're all still here.
The idea of the Rapture (which once upon a time seemed exciting) now seems laughable. Get whisked up to the sky? Been done before (Close Encounters).
We were in the Garden and blew it. But like any other really bad mistake, it's not too late to make amends, to turn around, to fix things. Why do we think that we can't just go back, stop the megalomania and the greed, just let the rest of the world alone? Why does so much of the world have this obsession with getting away from the Earth?
(Independence Day aliens come to mind -- we'd probably trash heaven too)
People who are happy don't dream of running away. People who love someone (God, for example) also love what that person made, but most people shudder at the thought of being out in "the wild" for more than a few minutes.
I no longer understand any of it. This whole "rapture" seems like a sad, cheap way to distract Taker people from dealing with the discomfort they feel at being at war with creation.
