I don’t know if any lasting benefit will derive from the plague that stalks us now, but I have hope.
I hope that the technological improvisations adopted in this time of need will lead to more efficient and less stressful ways of working, that we will have less noise, cleaner air, and that not every rabbit that attempts to cross any road anywhere in metro Atlanta will necessarily be run over.
I hope that more people will learn either to appreciate solitude or to enjoy the company of their families.
I hope that we can be grateful that we live in a country where politicians can endlessly insult one another, but none of them get shot or locked up, and that they can cooperate enough to enact desperate, complicated and vastly expensive measures in an attempt to deal with an imponderable situation.
I hope that people will notice the limitations of a command economy, that they will notice that socialism does not work very well even when nearly everybody is trying to make it work and that putting a market economy on life support is too complicated to be managed. With only a month of socialism, we are looking at a black market in toilet paper.
I hope that we will appreciate what we had before, when people went about their work without fear, when billions of separate decisions were made with minimal government guidance, vastly complicated supply chains were created, and a miraculous array of goods and services were produced in such abundance that even non-essential people had Kleenex and hand sanitizer.
I hope that we will appreciate the bravery of all the civilians, doctors, waitresses and janitors who had to step up and put their lives on the line and continue doing their jobs in the face of death.