Worst fears are interesting little accoutrements. When our models fray and a common ground decentered, a very phenomenal armagedeon happens.
Not that I know what to make of worst fears and the slack jawed awe of the burden of proof on suspended paradises. But I do know that maybe a lot of people I know and love feel a little disappointed, scared, and worried.
Your wounds are yours–obviously. This isn’t some weird drill sargeant berating or anything. Just a friendly reminder–as the world goes wild, don’t forget the reckoning of your breath. We have entered the bizarre timeline.