Of all the horsemen of the Apocalypse, I have been dreading the Black Horse the most.
Because I could see how it would ride, and the utter devastation it would cause. In fact, I’ve been yelling about this particular horse for eleven years. No one has been listening, so I’m a little surprised that we made it this far.
Thankfully, we’ve been able to delay the moment when the Black Horse rides, but delay is the best that we can do. And, the reason for that, has everything to do with energy.
When we hit the limit to how much we can produce, our economy will collapse, and our civilization will die.