It is a lovely morning for the End of the World. Two Italian nonnas sit in sunlight, leaflet stand nearby, handing Witness to commuters at the railway station. We are not amused, however, by our screens’ increasing division, famine, disease, war, the changing conditions making life on our Earth intolerable. April is as good a time as any to take a deep breath and return to the nasty bits in the Patmos book. We’re never quite sure if John’s words intend comforting reassurance or are meant to scare us half to death. The body wants tomorrow, the mind seeks hope.