Honestly, I don’t know what to do, other than to do what I know to do.
I can’t bear to rehash it. I can’t listen to the pundits. I can’t dive down the catastrophe rabbit hole. I’m done with speculation.
I’m going back to curiosity. Or, maybe, I’m going forward to curiosity.
I don’t mean the how could this happen hand-wringing that risks just more confirmation bias. I mean going to a deeper, more sober contemplation of the gaping, ghastly unknowing between world views, our willful ignorance about one another that seems to have both won and lost this race and is our undoing.
How different might this whole process have been had we all been asking ourselves what am I not seeing? What more is there to know?