It is the time for the birth of compassion and time for the awareness that truly, we are all in the same boat: our survival depends on taking care of each other and sharing. Some cultures have remembered this interdependency more than others. There will be no survival without it.

I can't help thinking of King Lear in the storm scene, and the hard birth of compassion when he himself is at the mercy of the elements. Yes, we are the 'poor bare forked animal' with no claws, no fur, and no way to survive without the things that we provide for each other. The essential workers, those who restock supermarket shelves, drive the provision trucks, clean, collect garbage, and otherwise ensure that we are not raving naked and hungry unprotected from nature, are the foundation of our shared existence. I would like to force Boris Johnson, Priti Patel, and a large segment of other Tories and US GOP to study this speech.

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?

Oh, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp.
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just