I.

In these days of quarantine, worry, mixed information and lack thereof, there is a ray of hope, there must always be a ray of hope.  And there is, not to sound cynical.

As the toilet paper disappears and masked misanthropes wander, there seems to be newly found wonder in the world.  The machine seems to be idle, for once.

As those typical old rants of economic restraint and essentiality fill the airwaves and our ears we seem to feel the faint breeze of comfort and slowness.

Let the motor madness idle.  Let us take a long look at what we’ve built, and let us question, for once, what we are told.  Let us redefine rule and turn our backs on the delusion of the possession of progress by those who would turn the screws even tighter.

We can all learn from a virus, but not from history? We must, however, learn from history and accept Camus’ Plague for what it is: a little lesson of human humility.

II.

Corona is defined as a crown, the prince, the leader, and the many are told to accept the monarch as our own, but acceptance must be prefaced by prise.  There is no honor in the crown of a buffoon King that escapes definition.

Tolerance for the inevitable is necessary, but forbearance for foolishness is never to be acknowledged.

We must protect ourselves from corona, from the crown’s crimes that would have us bow before it.  We must tolerate our detachment, but not the cold-hearted clowns that paint the ugly smiles that stare at us through the windows.

Detached but not separated must be the way, even through the dark deluge of dishonesty that the crown brings to the king corona, to the decency of people everywhere that simply want a chance to live peacefully among the jackals who wear leopard robes of treachery.