You know they where going back to the oldest translations of the original gospels and saw that one of the earliest translations of "the number of the beast" is "616" instead of "666". All those death metal bands, those tatoos, and depression prophecies following the wrong number....
Grammatically speaking though, it would be the "Greater Depression" and not the "greatest". And plus if there's a third even greater depression in the farther future, they would have to change the name of this coming one "The Second to Greatest Depression".
Okay, I got my fill of bad jokes today. Time to sleep.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!