'Nobody knows when the end comes' (Urrea) — but it's predicted

These are the places that could become ‘unlivable’ as the Earth warms [subscriber gift link] In the hottest parts of the world, high temperatures and humidity will, for longer stretches, surpass a threshold that even young and healthy people could struggle to survive as the planet warms, study says. Scott Dance, Washington Post, October 9, 2023

Also:

"By now, Canada has abandoned any hope of controlling a significant percentage of the fires raging in remote areas of the country and is simply allowing them to burn themselves out. Such areas are relatively unpopulated, but they do house numerous indigenous communities whose lands have been destroyed and who have been forced to flee, perhaps permanently. Were this a one-time event, you could certainly say that Canada still remains an intact, functioning society. But given the likelihood that the number and extent of wildfires will only increase in the years ahead as temperatures continue to rise, Canada — hard as it might be to believe — can be said to be on the verge of becoming a failed state."
— We Are Witnessing the First Stages of Civilization’s Collapse. Will our own elites perform any better than the rulers of Chaco Canyon, the Mayan heartland, and Viking Greenland? Michael T. Klare. The Nation. August 22, 2023.

A reflection:

"When you had seventy years ahead of you, nothing mattered, though you thought it all mattered greatly. But you didn't really feel the pressing need to do anything about it. Suddenly, though, there comes a birthday when you think: I have twenty years at best. And those years slide into the dark until you think: I have fifteen. I have ten. I have five. And your wife tells you, 'Live, don't fret. You could be hit by a bus tomorrow! Nobody knows when the end comes.'

But you know she lies in the dark beside you counting the years she has left, even if she won't admit it. Wondering if every twinge in her left shoulder is the final heart attack. And then you find that you have no years left. You have days.

That is the prize: to realize, at the end, that every minute was worth fighting for with every ounce of blood and fire. And the majority of them poured down the toilet, unheeded. He had seen only sxity-nine Christmas mornings. Goddamn it! Sorry, Lord. Not enough. Not nearly enough."

— Luis Alberto Urrea. The House of Broken Angels. Back Bay Books, 2019.