Steven Schroeder | body counts (a parable)
On this planet, pandemics end when a critical mass (let us call it “a silent majority") stops counting bodies and begins stepping over them. The leader of the free world says the pandemic is over because he doesn't see anyone wearing a mask, a friendly reminder from an elderly uncle (about whom we might have said at one time or another who died and made you president?) that what we say depends on what we see and what we see depends on what we say. And that reminds me of a story. One person after another on a well-traveled road steps over a stranger robbed and stripped and left for dead because they have important business to attend to. And no one in their right mind would dare disrupt the supply chain by interfering with that. But another stranger who everybody knows (if you know what I mean) belongs to the class of the only good one is a dead one stops and sees to the living body of the one left for dead. The body counts. Business goes on, as usual. But not the world.
You see what I'm saying?
Chicago
1 October 2022
