For two thousand years, we have been pondering the ‘Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse’. They have captured our imaginations and our fears. When a new ‘would-be’ emperor rises, we wondered if HE was the guy on the white horse. When internal conflict arose, we thought of the red horseman. Scarcity and famine made us think of the black horse, and when epidemics ripped through our world, we thought of the pale horse. But, for two thousand years, we’ve been consistently wrong.
So, when do they ride?
I had reason to think about this over the past week, since the sun might be ready to throw our civilization into chaos.