Sunset and evening star...
Fear not, your destiny may be with crones and crows but so be it, hold fast. Younger warriors will need to see that you are steady and serene. There is peace in war, it is found in small patches of ground where natural enmity is put aside so that greater fears can be faced together. Practice is done, the import of our roles along with those in similar holons throughout the new land cannot be emphasized enough. Look how they start to suffer now in the real, it is coming here as well. Your personal danger will depend upon your ability to deal with an invisible warrior that can only be kept at bay with the very lightest of weapons. The middle cannot hold, it will be every last one of us fighting for ourselves and fighting for each other, we must prove out, we must. The future is there, just out of our reach. Tomorrow always comes at midnight and darkness approaches
Lord Tennyson is an apt choice for this time. Do I think this catastrophe is dangerous, yes. I am not sure who everyone in (put the community you live in here) imagines those hundreds, perhaps thousands of dead people will be? When you read the statistics about contagion rates do you include yourself amongst them? I prepare, I embrace small rituals now and make sure that I do not miss an observance, lest Kali appear here in my demesne. I increase my efforts to cover those around me in meaningful ways, I try to anticipate what might make others lose their fight and find a way to offer even the smallest amount of added help. I add power to my defense and if you have watched I have barely thrown a single squalling cat at anyone, I have set aside offense for offerings made to strange new gods like nitrile and ethyl. But nitrile and ethyl have no magic, they are simply rituals and an improper ritual is no ritual at all. The ritual of washing hands at the basin must be the most important, our first defense, our first act upon returning home, soap and water.