Not 'The Apocalypse'. Not an 'Armageddon'. A Consciousness 'Rapture'-for those so graced

Not 'The Apocalypse'. Not an 'Armageddon'. 

A Consciousness 'Rapture'-for those so graced

It won't be a dystopian chaos. Though IF I was a deity, I'd allow it for it's retributive and vindictive necessity on those who've emotionally postured themselves to their intellectual 'tar-baby' web of rationales that give them their own smug, self-righteousness about their entitled and privileged circumstances.

It won't be an end-of-the-world catastrophe for civilization, though there are those of you who morbidly pray for such a circumstance.

It will be an escape rabbit-hole portal for a very lucky few who by the felicity of place and time and their own serendipitous readiness of receptivity to an alternative reality that would know that there should be something better than what's being served as our temporal option of existence. 

That rapture would be mundanely a disaffection, an estrangement, a misanthropic separation from the corrupting inanity and madness  that so dis-eases the bodies, minds, and souls of these times. It would be an iconoclastic, idiosyncratic practice adapted to the empirical sublimities of one's own experience, than the consensual templates of pre-programmed strategies. We iconoclasts and idiosyncratics, repulsed by the homogenized conformity to social or cultural thinking have found, long ago that there are things transcendentally sublime to the graspings of having or not having the transitory and often ephemeral  securities and comforts of the tangible beyond the basic necessities.

In constructing our aesthetics around those sublime premises, we built a channel into a dimension for which the propositions and exponations of those empirically discovered sublimities became a default spatial as well as intangible mental and emotional sanctuary of refuge. That sanctuary-refuge found its validation by the further insights for the more tenuous, arms-length separation from the social and cultural milieu's petty, toxic  trappings. 

Our appreciation of our spatial geographical and cognitive separation IS the 'Rapture' of "grace" that has provided the serendipitous beneficent alternative to growing cultural dysfunctions and unraveling of social well being.