We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The wise, it seems to me, become comfortable with the idea of their own death. Christians even more so, with the hope of eternal life of some sort, free of pain and worry.
While health, disease, and fear of death are big concerns of many people, apocalyptic fantasies of mass catastrophe have captured the imagination of humans since the beginning. Life can be humdrum, but imagining apocalypse is exciting.