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Have you felt it? That electric web hanging in the air, unseen yet omnipresent, each of us a node for its invisible voltaic filaments. It touches me when I log onto Facebook, when I tune into the treadmill’s TV, when I witness the exodus from the El. When I lock eyes with anyone on the street, we connect via this network and I swear I can read their thoughts. Spun by the mounting menaces of the last few months, the strands of this web carry an existential current and charge us with duty upon duty upon duty.
Australia ablaze and an ailing Antarctica. The coronavirus contagion. The election. Just to name the few at the top of my mind. The stakes, it seems, have never been higher. Runaway climate change will drown the world’s poor, yet big oil still slanders and smears (CW: sexual assault) those who working to mitigate the damage. As the globe enters a self-imposed quarantine, our leaders bury their heads in the sand and evict anyone with the knowledge to help. And then, of course, there’s the election. In such dire straits, fatalism is a particularly alluring outlook. The world is doomed; give up hope; this burden is too much for anyone to carry. But while individual efforts are not sufficient, they are necessary. You can’t eliminate the Great Pacific garbage patch, but you can wear a sweater instead of cranking up the heat. You can’t cure CORVID-19, but you can wash your hands and cough into your elbow. You can’t convince your ideological opponents before November (though hey, you might!), but you can fight for what you think is right – or at least, take a stand against what you think is wrong. Your actions matter. YOU matter. We are not yet locked into the darkest timeline, but it will take all of us to steer clear.
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