Hopeful

7:14am. It seems like this pandemic is much more of a bigger issue now, people have decided to stay home, to try and fight this idea they can somehow become invulnerable to it's devastating effects. I think it's this fear that people latch on to, to pretend humanity has some sort of unity throughout this whole ordeal. I choose, to say no, to say no to unity, to say no to any sort of connection with the masses. This disease, should be treated as a wake up call to the immensity of connections we have made with each other, dependent too much on each other, giving us vision to the plague of the inner soul of solitude. That we must depend on others, that we must give into menial pleasures of our walking mounds of flesh. Oh how despicable we are! Such are we, these mounds of flesh that walk along the path of disease stricken empathy, let us hope we cleanse ourselves of this plague of the soul. At times, I think this is good for us. I know, I know, words that cause panic in themselves. Maybe the world, the universe is better without us, but I know the cold reality is that the universe cares not of the squabbles of mere humans, it is indifferent whether we make an impact or not. Maybe this may be the end for us, and sometimes... sometimes I smile because of it.