In an interior vision, I saw dead mangled bodies strewn all over that face of the earth that was still standing. The rest of the earth was full of gaping craters, with smoking sulfur coming right out of its craters, crevices and precipices that ensued subsequent to the shaking of its very foundations. I saw one man, a single man, just one survivor walking across the bodies; attempting desperately to find more survivors and finding none. The profound sense of desolation he experienced was almost unbearable to feel. When he realized that there were no other survivors close by other than himself, he wanted to die out of sheer desperation and desolation. But he could not, he could only live. Not even death was permitted to him any more (written in May, 2010).