As you may have heard, scholar Bernard Lewis recently announced in the Wall Street Journal that August 22, 2006 would be the end of the world. Or, more precisely, that if a man did come around on that date, he'd probably be the president of Iran:
This year, Aug. 22 corresponds, in the Islamic calendar, to the 27th day of the month of Rajab of the year 1427. This, by tradition, is the night when many Muslims commemorate the night flight of the prophet Muhammad on the winged horse Buraq, first to "the farthest mosque," usually identified with Jerusalem, and then to heaven and back (c.f., Koran XVII.1). This might well be deemed an appropriate date for the apocalyptic ending of Israel and if necessary of the world. It is far from certain that Mr. Ahmadinejad plans any such cataclysmic events precisely for Aug. 22. But it would be wise to bear the possibility in mind.
So, it didn't happen. Deep breath. But did you notice all the other signs of the apocalypse this week, right here on mental_floss?
* All the waters that were in the river turned to blood. And the fish that were in the river died, and the water stank.
* The hound of hell appeared, dressed for the occasion.
* The "destroy another fetus" part of that Cohen song became (at least partially and theoretically) moot.
* The planet was rocked by 244 earthquakes.
* "Suddenly the sky turned blood-red "“ there were tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city."
* Religious fervor peaked as an organ sounded a rumbling bass note.
* And women wept.
Enjoy your weekends; we'll see you Monday, assuming that the planet's still here by then.