Myself, I'm not too concerned about tomorrow's sunrise. I'm a results-oriented guy and the Mayan's didn't predict their own demise in the middle of a piktun, so I grade their track record as pretty dismal. Anything short of the Yellowstone Caldera blowing up tomorrow is survivable. A nice solar storm that puts us back to the Dark Ages would be good for the planet, if perhaps not for mankind. On a more minor scale, if the magnetic poles reverse, but nothing else happens, then I may live the rest of my life directionally disoriented, but the crops will still grow and at age 53, I'm a simple guy. Leave me food, fun, and females and I can pretty well muddle through the remainder of my days.
If I'm wrong, however, and the sun doesn't rise tomorrow for me, or for anyone else, I leave you with this rose, 'Madame Hardy', the greatest creation of Gardening Man, in my humble soon-former opinion. If 'Madame Hardy' is the sole measure of mankind's existence, then I depart satisfied and reverential before her unmatched beauty.