New Year, New World
My motivation to speak had diminished to near-zero, though I believe a more accurate description might rather say that the number of things needing to be said had gone. If I had something to say I'd have said it, because it helps to have a "thing" in mind when describing it in writing. Well, I must have something now, and it has come through the last 3 weeks of sudden upheaval caused by the reaction to COVID-19, which has reached into my most personal space, my religion. On March 10th I was content to consider the major reporting outlets as doing what they do best, stoking a wave of panic, and then riding it to the thrill of self-importance. I could escape that panic because this disease is not a guaranteed death sentence, and seems to resemble the Flu, which we all hate, but put up with year after year (data so far have not killed this hypothesis). I was content, I say, until the Archbishops modified liturgical behaviors, and then canceled shared meals, and then ca