cherry blossoms and epidemics

I have been meaning to get back into this diary writing thing; my proverbial footprints on a sandy beach. Momentary fragments of who I am or who I was, etched into some sort of shifting historical memory. There are many things I have experienced, but never put into words here yet. I want to change that. One thing that has really triggered that feeling even stronger is the current epidemic sweeping the globe. Like a silent pandemic of fear, nobody knows who has it or what will happen if they get it. COVID-19 is in our minds not just our bodies. It feels almost like the embodiment of the fear of mortality itself. Memento mori. We are all mortal husks of life, and yet we try to ignore that with many of life's sweet nectars, but in the end we all have our short dance on this small rock shooting through the fairly empty void of an almost eternal darkness. The universe is more nothing than something, and yet our collective consciousness fire, along with our own individual fires of awareness, burn however bright they might burn. I hope to continue forward and not let fear or mortality end my dance too soon. The world unfolds as it always has and always will.