America has never been weaker or in such danger. -------------------------------------------------------
You can think of this pandemic as an novel slowly unfolding. We are characters caught up in the plot - we're the heroes and villains. We bring our desires, educations, biases and social reflexes. All the small sins and great vanities of mankind have a home in us. The challenges we face, in chapters yet turned would scare the angels. Will, we, the people, psychologically flinch in this, our great hour? If so, expect no Crispian Day speech of legend to mark our passing.
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