I have determined that the world will not be destroyed by fire, nuclear bombs or chemical warfare. No, the world will meet its end because of laundry. Someday we will grow tired of the endless cycle of wash, dry, fold that dictates so much of our lives and we will rebel. One day, in the not too distant future, we will rise up and refuse to put even one more load in the washing machine or go to the river and pound our clothes against a rock. That my friends will be the beginning of the end.
"This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper"
-The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot