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Created by A. J. Zelada

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Outside trifold Unfolded

Still in a

King Lear mood,

& still wondering how virus travel with social umbilical ease. How do we pass things from one to another.

 

It seems all so Shakespeare to me that the mystery of what begets our physical & spiritual ways from one day to the next decade. Let alone from parents to progeny or peer to persons. It is an odd unpredictable morass of consequences.

 

As regard to virus ~all around us, Will says, “As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.” And always, he says in jest, there is truth.

 

Of course, most have suffered the Chicken pox, only to utter, How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless Virus.

 

Is there a prudence in any of  this? And Will’s reply keeps our antiviral in check as Nothing can come of nothing.

 

His rambling continues, “When the mind's free, The Body's delicate & I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when

I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.”