Quarantine Bloglette: There is a Time for Everything

Consider for a minute this famous biblical passage:

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

I've been trying to think of a purpose for this virus. Every once in a while, I'm able to distance myself and look upon mankind as one of the many species of nature rather than some supreme being ruling the planet. This is one of those times. I'm sure I'm not the only nor first person to think this, but I'm wondering if nature is simply thinning the herd. Hearing all the reports of how clean the canals are in Venice, how clear the air is in India and how much lower the decibels are in cities such as Boston, I'm thinking nature might be fighting back against us, enabling the cormorants to once again fish in the waters of Venice, allowing people in India to see the Himalayas again and lessening competition for the birds to communicate. Just a thought, but I do think it's time we cooperate with nature on a much larger scale than just recycling and using sustainable energy.

This is the silhouette of the Mother of God Church, where I sing in Vladivostok. This is an example of the splendid sunsets Douglas and I get to view from our townhouse. We miss them these days.