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Turning

It's in the air.  No, not a virus or even the abundant pollen this time of year.  It's swirling like a wisp of smoke over our heads and silently through our minds.  Some articulate, but most just think about it.  The earth is seeking to right the ship.  The earth has sent out a memo and as we all know the times, they are a changin.'
We've hit the end of the spectrum.  Can't go farther.  Turn, turn, turn.
Some called it the myth of the eternal return; others simply karma.  What goes around comes back around.  Or some other version of payback.  This is not revenge.  This is learning a lesson. This is old school actions have consequences.
Any thinking person knows that our democracy is in grave danger.  We have some immediate tasks to resolve but after the coronavirus pandemic, we have to come together as a nation and purge Washington D.C. of a hapless President and an administration that lacks the will or intelligence to lead this country forward.  The wrong people in the halls of power is a major task, but the numbers are in favor of the majority of the people.  We've hit the end of the toleration spectrum. So where now? Nature has spoken.  For your own good health make a change it's time.

We see this paradigm in other ways and in other worlds.
I remember back in the late 1960s when rock bands were getting louder and louder and music went from acoustic to amplified in a few short years, there was one band whose claim to fame was being the loudest. Blue Cheer (named after the detergent but probably a strain of LSD too) laid claim to the title for a while.  Others came along to claim the title but the distinction soon proved useless. To eschew music and go for decibels is not the way to success.  They died as quickly as their eardrums.  But people began asking, where does our music go now?  We've evolved from simple folk tunes to electronic amplified noise machines, what's next.  The answer emerged.  When we get too far out we return to the original.  In the case of popular music, we unplug, we go to the standards, and we wait until another genre evolves from all that has been.
For those who seek reasons, the narrative is simple.  Our country got so polarized that it almost committed suicide.  Then a great unifier came along.  We found a common enemy.  During the height of the cold war, people speculated what the world might need to prevent human extinction.  Often, because of the times, the answer given was an attack from a common enemy.  Hence all the horror films of the 50s and 60s.  An alien force, a Godzilla, the living dead, et.al would quickly give the human race the perspective needed to cooperate and survive.
Disease and the threat of a worldwide pandemic works the same way.  There will be those that swear that Donald Trump's failed Presidency was brought to an end by the pandemic.  He cannot blame or insult a disease.  He can only expose his ignorance and inability to be an effective, caring, human being.  Just when you thought it was safe to go on, it became apparent it is not. Turn, turn, turn.

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