As whimsey turns to pathos worldwide and we each begin to live our 'On the Beach' scenarios in our dreams inside our hibernation pods, the dangers of of a build up of hydrogen sulffide gases is nothing to kid about.

From the balconies in the cities, live music and singing can be heard like birds broadcasting our indominable spirit. From the peacful country ranch to unseen forests where the silent tree falls, the world is taking a breather. From the sacred places to the profane, life is slowing down to challenge the RNA dangers.

If it takes a pandemic to overcome the age of idiocy, so be it; we will emerge a better species.

With respect to Rapaire, the earliest contributor standing, the last words shouuld belong to him.