What if we stocked the only adequate essential rations for long enough, in a country of constantly abundant food and water that is as prepared as can be, for disasters natural and human?
What if only we took enough time to behave ever ready for crisis at any time of holiday, any off-peak of the year, any point asleep in the more unconscious nights everywhere, or even in the full wakeness of days?
Especially when everyone else work-worthy is trapped in the recurring incessation of job hours and incarceration for long periods away from home, unable to think independently of their futures to learn from their past, and create the changes of the present
What if only our immediate kin of blood can calmly accept the coming future of certain doom, for even if we don’t perish, we will see too many around us fall away, unbelieving, unprepared, unrecoverable? Some of us might rejoice at the come-uppance; others still have the heart to feel pity for the unstoppable momentum to end dinosaurs.
I shudder.