Dear tomorrow,
Most of the humans you'd
consider to be included in the term 'everyone'—who are living complex-n-simple in every location—in all of time (which includes the distant future) have
felt, and will feel, similar to the way you're feeling today.
No matter what happens tomorrow (or next
month) or even next year. No matter who does what to whom on this election day, no matter
who's happy and who's sad: you've already made it through worse things
before. We are surviving 2020, the most calamitous year in
the last century, things have to improve (since there's no where to go but up).
If they
burn the oilfields
as they retreat, we'll extinguish them. If they
kill the hostages
before we board the plane, we will morn them. If they seize the Bureau
of Land Management's
Wildlife Refuge, we will mail them sugarless gummy bears. And, if they win the
election, we'll win next time.
Thanks for keeping this in mind,
Yesterday
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