COVID - Celebrating Our Voyage Into Darkness

What if it was a science fiction movie? Sometimes it feels that way, doesn’t it?

Sometimes it feels like this whole thing was written in advance - in the stars, as they say. Right down to the political stalemate and the palpable sense of “sliding backwards.”

I’ll tell you one thing: the face mask feuds, the economic uncertainty, the breakdown in collective sense-making, I welcome it all.

You know why? Because we’re no longer pretending we’re not in deep water. We’re no longer acting as though everything’s fine on planet Earth.

Things are not fine and they haven’t been fine for a long time. At least we’re starting to acknowledge that our system is a lot more inflexible, and therefore breakable, than we’ve been led to believe.

It popped our “cushy civilization” bubble. It distracted us from our distractions.

We’re awakening to the fact that we’ve been factory-farmed.  We’re slowly coming to terms with our collective shadow in all its unspeakable horror.

One cannot be brought back to life without a dark voyage.

And since I’m the guy who renames illnesses in light of their spiritually redemptive qualities, I thought I’d take a crack at this one.