The coronavirus, which has been speedily debilitating and decimating our global community, possesses one hell of a deadly superpower, namely, the ease with which its untested, asymptomatic victims can spread the disease.
While we, the non-infected(?), patiently sit this out… non-tested and in isolation… there’s nothing but time on our hands and too much time allows the imagination to run wild. There’s too damned much to think about, perhaps overthink, needlessly leading to gnawing feelings of trepidation.
To take this down to the personal level, how can I not worry that I’ll be the next victim? Not wonder if the sniffles, typically the major symptom of my springtime seasonal allergies, is not an early warning sign? How can I avoid touching my itchy nose / rubbing my watery eyes, which could also COVID-19 infect me?
Might last week’s visit to the Post Office have exposed me to that menacing microbe? Or will the USPS letter carrier, who regularly shows up on my front porch, be “the carrier” who’ll hand deliver that pathogen into / onto my mailbox?
Indeed, picking up mail is no longer a mundane task… in more ways than one. Check this out…
For the past 100+ hours, I’ve been unable to shake a creepy feeling, which a pandemic related sight had triggered. It all began this past Monday, while emptying my mail box. Upon taking a casual glance up the street, I spotted, for the very first time, an in the flesh, surgically masked deliveryman, paying his visit to my nonagenarian, next door neighbors.
True, masks have become a commonplace sight within the larger municipalities but, it was all new to this small-town Michigander. For this to have hit home and so soon, likely means there’ll be no area of our world left untouched.
So…. here humanity stands… perhaps makes its last stand. Against the backdrop of the new millennium’s, new grim reality, instead of our marveling over how far humankind has progressed, we’re mulling over the fate of our homeland and world plagued and paralyzed by a mere microbe! How the hell do we ever reconcile THAT with the bygone America where NASA had landed a dozen men on the moon?
How could we have embraced and reveled in President John F. Kennedy’s “anything’s possible” lunar vision, yet, have promptly squandered it? I’m not equating space exploration to some sort of panacea, but, had we subsequently applied such “skies the limit” spirit and know-how to all the sciences, it could’ve led to medical advances… e.g., finding cures for Cancer, AIDS, Parkinson’s Disease, etc. AND eradicating a veritable laundry list of pathogens, too. Hell, would coronavirus have ever seen the light of day under such enlightened circumstances?
In essence, first moonman Neil Armstrong’s long ago, “one small step” got misdirected / perverted into “one giant leap” off the Trumpian Tower of criminality, mediocrity, stupidity, insanity, depravity… and especially now… infirmity. And should we fail to fully comply with social distancing / isolation protocols, that might even wipe out humanity.
We can and must do better. Until we do, what the hell will be next? No more sweet dreams? Maybe to the point where, instead of REM sleep offering up sightings of springtime’s first robin, instead, it’ll be springtime’s first surgically masked deliveryman?