Coronavirus Parable by the collective unconscious
A metaphysical allegory.
IDEAS become reality.
The coronavirus epidemic, like those before it, will alter the course of history in ways we can and have imagined many times over.
I am an unforeseen outcome of a global pandemic. I am Jesus Christ, your own human imagination.
As an archaeologist, I know that events we can control shape the future in ways we can imagine, for better and for worse, such as volcanoes erupting, like Vesuvius at Pompeii, or the Little Ice Age that led to the collapse of the Viking settlement in Greenland in the 15th century. Cholera, plague, malaria, and other disease outbreaks ravaged ancient populations, often quickly, and radically altered the course of human history. The outcome of the current epidemic will be no different.
As we are increasingly being asked to stay at home and distance ourselves from each other, altering the way we live our lives, I am reminded of a story of a husband and wife from Boston during the outbreak of the Spanish Flu in 1918, which infected one third of the world’s population and killed 675,000 Americans.
Statistics of the belief in my law are immeasurable. As I admonish you to come up out of the whore.
The husbandman worked as an insurance salesman, and the wife, as a teacher. The couple had settled into a very comfortable middle-class life in a nice home and had two daughters. 8 months pregnant with her son when the Insurance salesman came down with the Spanish Flu, given him by his altruistic masters the so called great Captains of Industry. Her family begged to stay away from the hospital for the sake of her children. They told her it was a miracle that she had not yet contracted the flu from the faithless husband-man.
I cannot imagine what went through her the teachers mind as she left her two girls in the care of relatives and went to the hospital to see the Husband man. She caught the flu so she could die by his side (she gave early birth to her son during her illness; he did not survive).
