Part A:
Despairingly, the novel
The Road is definitely a world ending catastrophe where we know that anything can happen, anything we imagine that is impossible can happen. I never thought that out of all people, normal/regular and typical people would give up on anything they love. How can we define love? Love can be portrayed as a missing puzzle in our heart that we want something we adore to contain it. But how is love shown after the life for oneself is determined? By the quote," I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. DEATH is not a lover," shows us that life is hopeless. Our mind says that we should give up the things that we have since there is nothing left for us to live.
If a world was to end with no family, no relative, and no friends, can you really begrudge to something that has power over you? The loneliness inside of everyone during that sake can drive people into disillusions. "The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself." This quote is actually right. You can never survive a post-apocalyptic world by yourself, but rather with someone you love dearly. That is the only reason for survival. For the lack of change in the world, a world where something must change in order for all to have a stabilized living.
Part B:
How can we all classify the end of a world? Desolation, starvation, destruction, supernaturals, and/or natural disasters? We all have our opinions and images of how the world would be if it would end suddenly. I have known two poets and one author that shows how the world can end and partake the condition of society. Yeats' and Eliot's poems reveals an omen of the world, but they expressed it more naturally rather than McCarthy's
The Road novel. He talks about a world of which humankind eats off others for survival and the love of both father and son, basically salvation.
As for the two poets, they talk about how the world ends naturally, something that we believe can happen and that we expect it to happen. Eliot's poem, "The Hollow Men", I believe talks about war and the remembrance of their death. Only men on the battlefield can be inane to show merciless factors. Dead as the grass and silent as the winds, their graves lie on a tomb stone engraved by the kisses of the loved ones and the newborn babies. The ending of this world is the cause of mankind. The aftermath of war itself leaves behind a trail of memories and love, something
The Road lacks of. What the novel leaves behind is just insanity and impassive behaviors. But none of that matters because either way, the end of the world is just the end of the world. Who the hell we will care how the world ends? If it ends, then it ends...But we can always try to make changes. If one person can make a difference, then a million can make a change.