Now that we have awakened to what makes life sacred and worthwhile, we know this: We are enough. Right here in our pajamas. We are enough.
We can envision a new human story, once obscured by smog, but now visible on the horizon not solely because we’ve awakened but because we stopped spewing filth into our skies.
In our quarantine, something shifted. Quietly, as if out of a collective unconscious, we all imagined the same thing.