When the rains departed, it was a sign.
When the winds rose, it was a sign.
When the winds fell, it was a sign.
When in the land there was born at the midnight of a full moon a goat with three heads, that was a sign.
When in the land there was born at some time in the afternoon a perfectly normal cat or pig with no birth complications, or even just a child with a retrousse nose, that, too, would often be taken as a sign.
- Douglas Adams, “Life, the Universe and Everything”
If there’s one thing cults are good at, it’s explaining away inconvenient facts. Especially such inconvenient facts as the world failing to end as predicted. As the classic Peter Cook sketch, The End of the World concludes: “Same time again tomorrow, brothers — we must get a winner some day”.
If there’s one thing cults are good at, it’s explaining away inconvenient facts. Especially such inconvenient facts as the world failing to end as predicted. As the classic Peter Cook sketch, The End of the World concludes: “Same time again tomorrow, brothers — we must get a winner some day”.
