Description: getting under the surface
Painting by Nicholas Roerich I walked an odyssey to there The mountains crisp sun crystal glare High grass so sweet around my feet The curious birds, the fox, the hare. I came across an enormous sign 6000 metres from this line My lungs they froze and fear arose The air fell thin, I had no time. I began to plan a quick descent My courage gone, my heart all spent I weaved and tripped and tumble skipped My smile erased, my spine all bent. Yet before I’d stepped too far from here A wagtail fly-glanced my right
The biggest story of the past six months in the world of CV-19 science is the declining protective properties of the vaccine, but you wouldn’t know it from watching the evening news.
I will never forget listening to a lecture by a psychologist who was talking about the challenges of adjusting our attitudes to adapt to new realities. He compared it to how the Apollo missions got to the moon. Nobody actually knew how to get to the moon because no one had ever been there before. All the scientists could do was to set a course for the moon and then correct it when it went wrong. Course. Correct. Course. Correct. Over and over again. That’s how we got to the moon. It is somewhat terrifying.