Corona is here! Charlotte’s got it. And I’m already feeling strange.
Now is the time. And we: un-vac-cina-ted. The question of our own finiteness is in the air. Live, so to speak. Where do I stand? Now, in practice? Could I leave? Am I worried? What worries me, that is: how will it go on with Charlotte and the dogs? Is our path fulfilled? What about my words? I would still like to be in control of whether and how they enter the world….
Am I afraid? It is a new feeling, perhaps soon to be no more. Is it fear? I don’t know. I know that I will stand by destiny. Not to quarrel. Accept it as the path. That’s what goes through my mind. And I realise: that’s the point of Corona: it asks people, all of a sudden at the fat Sunday roast at the lunch table or down in the muddy tin huts without clean water: „Where do you stand?“ „Where do you stand in your life?“ „Where do you stand with your life?“ Billions of times the virus asks this question.
Billions of times the human being gives an answer.