The world will end and there will be no one to take the blame; the race will be one to find what to eat, shelter to cover, and cloth to wear and won't find any since we have come to take nakedness as the in thing and the homeless creeping in, shame.
man will do his best to run away from his maker, he will shoot for the moon and it will never fall, for his gravity study will fail him, he will hunt for the galaxy afar and none will dare help, for vain in the help of man.