Don't Fret
It began innocuously, yet was called amysterious virus, familiar yet unfamiliarbut then these pathogens have of latebeen entering the stream of consciousnesseven as one epidemic following anotherpreys on society beginning life in oneobscure corner of the globe and graduallyspreading to others fostering fear and asense of helpless inevitability. This onehowever has proven slightly at odds withthe trajectory long, acknowledged for therapidity of its onset and its quite amazingreach. Zoonotic it is, leaping from the wildanimal kingdom to humans also of theanimal kingdom where people challengefate with their appetite for exotic speciesdecimating their presence for the delicacyof their taste but disproportionately theprestige attached to consuming these rarecreatures becoming ever more rare withspecies decline matching human appetite.Its mortality rate is not high at 3 percent sodon't worry. Of course if you're aged, illor immunity-compromised, you might.China, however, boasts it has the outbreakwell in hand, so relax. Its neighbours arein deep distress with concern and a steadilyincreasing rate of infection. Was a timethese epidemics had a limited span buttravel renders communication readily andsuddenly one or two proliferate to becomea veritable horde. State health authoritiesissue broad assurances of readiness andcontrol. Religious authorities guaranteeavoidance through piety. Doctors are notmerely overwhelmed but themselves nowcontracting COVID-19. Some die, somerecover. Stock up on perishables. Lock thedoors. Heed authorities. Don't be concerned.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
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