They say it is easier to imagine the end of the world than a much more modest change in the mode of production, or social formation, or global economy, etc. But what does the apocalypse mean and what does it have to do with sexuality? Well firstly, the end of days can be imagined temporally as the limits of the world in time (what is too early or too late, or what is too quick or too lasting), and it can be imagined spatially as the limits of the world in space (what is too near or too far, too small or too large). Most simply, the bi-sexed organism cannot cause the individual reproduction of the species without its complementary. Suppose the pressure for the end (the craving and movement from what is earlier and nearer towards what is later and farther), an end embodying a transcendence (to suspend in the organism an increasing tension between the initiation and conclusion of a path) in the moment as an object (the sentimental staging or magical advance and arrival of arousal) of the source marking substantial disjunction (the divergent germinal organs and dimorphic traits). At the peak of the anthroporganism’s life experience is an eschatology of a world-belonged-to’s destruction and the radiance of an immunological film seared away, a bubble unfolded to an impossible depth of stellar neighbors and char-frozen volumes. Is this love or just the giddiness of all the glaciers sublimating? My World 2.0!