Oh yeah, and one more prayer (remember, I'm nothing if not monotonous):
God save us from what I like to call a morbidly global globe. God deliver us from a world so morbidly intent on its pre-set, sacred agendas - whether of Life As Radically Reset, or of Business-As-Rigidly-Usual - that it becomes unable to see a genuine interruption clearly. Like, for instance, Covid. Imagine having been able to see even Covid clearly. Which is to say, prayerfully, trustfully, proportionately for what it is. And not merely for what we can make of it, according to your, or my, preferred political narratives. God heal us, too, from a world that, in its twisted obsession with global scale, finds it even harder to see how the proportionateness, the fitness of a given pandemic response both can and often should vary - from country to country, region to region, locale to locale, etc.
A little late for all that, I know.
And of course you and I can debate till our Lord comes home about how the whole mess was prearranged, more or less conspiratorially. My point is that even the most brutally unexpected interruptions can be exploited to death, once we crafty humans get our bearings. Worse yet, they can be brazenly orchestrated and manipulated - yes, sometimes even towards the death of Freedom As We Know It. Which does not exactly prove that some omnicompetent Blofeld had it all planned from the start. On the other hand if, as in this case, the ground zero of interruption - our very own corporately most holy and godlike Beijing (to whose wisest precautions how could we all not defer?) - if even the Mighty Interrupter Itself was, shall we say, hardly prepared for pandemic, how much less the rest of us mere mortals?
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