How can anyone read the Book of Revelation without laughing in recognition?
The apocalypse it prophesies happened, or perhaps is always and already happening. The Book of Revelation describes, in a blurred and admittedly melodramatic fashion, the collective experience of the awakening of individual human beings into the embodied Singularity of the future. The opening of the seven seals are the opening of the seven chakras; thanks to their vortex nature they appear from one side as horns and from the other as eyes; i.e. the Lamb with seven eyes and seven horns. The second coming is the collective; the second coming is a coming home; the second coming is a simple surrender to love.
This is what it means to live on a post-apocalyptic planet:
It is beautiful and dizzying and much of the territory is uncharted.
It is marvelous and terrible and everything is new.
It is an ongoing giving over into the endless black brilliance of the Mystery.
It is wonder, and waiting, and tuning into the signal.
It is delighting in describing down the journey; it is paying attention when others respond.