If it weren’t for the Internet, I’d probably be leaning out the window, screaming at my neighbors to get off my lawn.
I’ve been doing all kinds of stuff online though, thus maintaining my feeble sanity: Working on yet another campaign setting; playing Astrox Imperium, and Minecraft, as well as playing a game of Arkham Horror on Tabletop Simulator with a group of like-minded friends.
Still, staring out the window at a world huddling together (as far apart as possible) in panic over an arguably non-living thing a billion times smaller than us seems a little odd, even to my fractured mind. Interesting that something so much smaller than us can be so devilishly dangerous. Even humans, the only predators to the immense oceanic cetaceans we know as whales, are only a few dozen times smaller than our prey. And while fleas and mites are significantly smaller than we, they are not nearly as deadly as something like COVID-19.
I suppose it’s just somewhat ironic that we should fear something we can’t even see. Though it then falls to the fear of the unknown; that eldritch terror that we feel deep in our bones at the thought of something that we either cannot, or must not, know.
Or maybe it’s just that the planet has a defense mechanism built into its biological structure that operates much like the antibodies that defend our bodies from disease. Perhaps the world has identified us as a cancer which must be wiped out, and it has sent its deadliest coronavirus yet to wipe us out.
Perhaps the world doesn’t know us that well. For even as we isolate ourselves, barricading us into our homes against infection, there are those who risk their lives for the benefit of the entire species. It is upon them we depend, and upon their sacrifice that our future is built.
So thank you to the first responders, nurses, and medical professionals who risk their lives, are apart from their families for an extended period and who work for the betterment of our nation’s health.
And screw those overly-wealthy individuals who horde money at the expense of our society. May their money be worthless, and their power be for naught. May they recede into history forgotten and unloved as the selfish robber barons of history are forgotten; their deeds, the only aspect of their worthless existence remembered, and relegated to the page of history books labeled what not to do.
