The end of history

I look out on the horizon and I can see the end of history.

It's always been endless before, you know.  Beyond the horizon as far as one can see in any direction.  There have been some perilous cliffs and abysses we have had to skirt around here and there, but otherwise, we have been moving toward a history with no end, until now.

I can see it.  It is a sheer drop off in every single direction.  It is still a fair distance away, but it is definitely there, coming toward us ceaselessly.  But no one looks to the horizon any more.  Their gaze is down, around them, at where they are right now.  They see no problem as every single action we take shakes history to its very foundation and crumbles and fragments our future into more and more obstacles that we must avoid.  We have done too much.  There are no ways around.  

I will not abandon my own part in this journey and will not take the coward's way out.  I will face the end as everyone else, but as I am aware and certain of its end now, many others will have to slowly and painfully realize that there is no escape.  "How did this happen?"  "What do we do?"  "How can we go back?"  "Who is to blame?"  

I will be there to say "I told you so."  Not in any smug, egotistical way, but as a sad, simple statement.  They, too, should have known.  And now there is no one to blame but them.  

And as we fall, the failed experiment known as the human race ends.  All for the folly of humanity.  The lack of awareness and the ego and the greed and the hatred.  That is what brought about our history's end.

It's basically too late, and would take the entire world changing to create one single path through the abyss that would save us.  But I know that will not happen.