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Despite my very best intentions to live my best life and present my best self to the world, I'm no diarist.
Oh, sure, I fancy myself as a 'man of letters', but I'm peripatetic & all-too-easily distracted.
All it takes is the prospect of, say, another cup of coffee; a banana muffin; or, worse, another glass of Nero d'Avola; (or whatever red happens to be open).
Yet I feel I should have somethings say about life under the cloud of COVID-19 (which I still think should be upgraded, a la Microsoft Word, to reflect the times; it looks like last year's model).
And, I think I do.
Amidst all the politics, speculation, misinformation, Presidential hamfistedness, death, drama, economic upheaval, mass unemployment, projections of a fifty percent increase in suicide, and so on, many of us are looking for the elusive silver lining.
Some are given to openly philosophising, even eulogising.
I, too, am tempted, seduced, by revivalist Aquarianism: a utopian dream of wholesale human awakening, in which, in and around this moment, we will rally, one and all, spontaneously colour-blind brothers and sisters, to unity and a new purpose, casting off the trappings and shackles consumerism, 'success', perceived social status and doing; entering a new age of compassion, empathy, sharing & caring. Yea. And verily. I hope it comes to pass.
Yet I'm not rushing online, to place a wager in favour of this, on SportsBet. For history tells us how quickly we forget. War. Famine. Plague. Pestilence. Disasters. Natural. And manmade. Even vira. Not to mention, others. Especially those less fortunate.
Alas. Alack. We are, for all our occasional glimmering, shimmering good, selfish beings. Evolutionary imperative? Probably. A Darwinian drive? I s'pose. Will a tiny 'disruptor' really, fundamentally change us, for the better? Mm. Maybe. We'll see.
Oh, sure, I fancy myself as a 'man of letters', but I'm peripatetic & all-too-easily distracted.
All it takes is the prospect of, say, another cup of coffee; a banana muffin; or, worse, another glass of Nero d'Avola; (or whatever red happens to be open).
Yet I feel I should have somethings say about life under the cloud of COVID-19 (which I still think should be upgraded, a la Microsoft Word, to reflect the times; it looks like last year's model).
And, I think I do.
Amidst all the politics, speculation, misinformation, Presidential hamfistedness, death, drama, economic upheaval, mass unemployment, projections of a fifty percent increase in suicide, and so on, many of us are looking for the elusive silver lining.
Some are given to openly philosophising, even eulogising.
I, too, am tempted, seduced, by revivalist Aquarianism: a utopian dream of wholesale human awakening, in which, in and around this moment, we will rally, one and all, spontaneously colour-blind brothers and sisters, to unity and a new purpose, casting off the trappings and shackles consumerism, 'success', perceived social status and doing; entering a new age of compassion, empathy, sharing & caring. Yea. And verily. I hope it comes to pass.
Yet I'm not rushing online, to place a wager in favour of this, on SportsBet. For history tells us how quickly we forget. War. Famine. Plague. Pestilence. Disasters. Natural. And manmade. Even vira. Not to mention, others. Especially those less fortunate.
Alas. Alack. We are, for all our occasional glimmering, shimmering good, selfish beings. Evolutionary imperative? Probably. A Darwinian drive? I s'pose. Will a tiny 'disruptor' really, fundamentally change us, for the better? Mm. Maybe. We'll see.