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Quieter roads, fewer aircraft, cleaner air
The present conspiracy theory doing The rounds where I live is that grumpy Old Trump so incensed by the Chinese Telecoms giant Huawei, set about getting His own back by secretly infecting Wuhan, A port city of 11 million people with the Coronavirus.
True or false it matters not, but what Does make a difference though is the Notable change in people’s habits and Attitude to life. Suddenly the roads are Quieter, fewer aircraft aloft, the air is Cleaner, families are gathering around The kitchen table once more, less going Out, more time for hobbies, cooking at Home, suddenly the volume has been Clipped, giving people time to think and Time to take stock.
Yes, lots of jobs are presently at risk, But perhaps they always were, and Perhaps nature is telling us something? Already where I live people are looking At better ways of doing their jobs, why Travel to work on smelly crowded trains? Why must we so cheerily breathe the Fumes of the car in front when with a Little thought and a little creativity life Could be so much better.
The coronavirus is teaching us much, Doctors are already aware of better Ways of conducting their surgeries, And further streamlining is on the way, Just as sure as the internet shopper Killed off the high street store.
Coronavirus is not perhaps War of The Worlds, The Day the Earth Died Screaming or indeed The Day the Earth Stood Still, but it is and will be Sufficient I suspect to bring change About from which there will be little Sliding back. Production will come Home from afar, our reliance upon Ill-run factories on the other side of The globe will diminish and inventors And entrepreneurs young and old will Begin to look at doing things with a Level of novelty and originality unseen Since The First Industrial Revolution.
For all the woes brought about by the Coronavirus, it will end and with it will Come a new beginning. Yes, firms will Close and new firms will open, it is the Way of the world, as one door closes Another door opens. The coronavirus May turn out to be the pruning shears That brought us to our senses.
© Joseph G Dawson
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