Immanentize the Eschaton?

Answering the question, "How long have I got?" is pretty straightforward for most people. You'll be dead in less than one hundred years unless you're either extremely lucky (or perhaps that's unlucky?), or you're some sort of reptile.

For the most part there's no point dwelling on this fact, death comes to us all in the end, it's a perfectly natural part of living, but how exactly we come to that end is not always in our hands.

The complex political and social tides of this world can wash over us as individuals, families, groups, nations and even the whole of humanity, so a healthy interest in events that could dramatically affect you and your bretheren could make all the difference when the social tsunami hits or the latest war reaches your doorstep.

If it comes to World War III I'm afraid you've had it, but the next big flu epidemic, financial meltdown, environmental disaster or zombie outbreak is much more likely to scythe through the weak and unprepared like a fat kid through chocolate, leaving those in the know to benefit from the sudden surge in quieter roads, cheaper housing and slave labour.

If you don't get bombed in your home by friendly fire, or freeze to death on the way home from the pub due to some freak weather conditions caused by man's interference in the environmental stability of the planet, you'll probably starve to death when you lose your job or become another victim of violent street crime.

So don't get caught napping or you'll be among the forgotten victims of life's great tapestry. Worse still, you could become an undead slave labourer in a horrific mutant work camp of death! Anything's possible.