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I remember Mark and I chatting - or rather yelling - with a neighbor in the street a few years ago. Through a mask, and over a row of shrubbery, and a garden wall, and from a regulated safe distance, the neighbor yelled that she thought the Pandemic could mean human extinction, and the end of the world. And Mark - pragmatic as ever - yelled back “Nah, it might be the end of human civilization, but the world would get on just fine.”

And we’d all laughed in recognition. We are idiots, humankind, with our vanity and our self-importance - declaring ourselves to be the center of the Universe, when all the while the Universe is too big to give a toss what we think.