The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.
The yearning for Armageddon isn't about moving forward - it's about going back.
And we can never go back.
Nor can we stay in the same place, unchanging, because place itself is constantly changing. Walls erode, borders shift, moods rise and fall.
Even death is not the escape we think it is, for death is merely a phase in the reconstitution of life. The phrase "you are what you eat" is quite literal - the animal and plant matter we consume transmuted is the stuff of which our bodies are made. Why should we feel it's any different for our selves as we are consumed?
The only true death is through the acceptance that the individual us is but part of a greater whole. The only true rebirth is through submission to this truth and making the commitment to put the whole first, which means putting each other, and the world we live in, before our own selfish needs.
That's what submission means; not to fight the world, but to become the world.
There is no whole but the world, and we are part of it. All of us. Together.