This pandemic is interesting in that it reflects humankind's eternal optimism. We will find a cure. We will recover. We will breed quickly enough to outpace the problem. We've done it before. We can replace 3 million dead easily. We can continue in the direction we are going. Tear up the ecosystems, pump the oil out of the ground, build more megacities, more clever gadgets, more clever ways of survival, produce more carbon dioxide, more clever ways of manipulating the natural world. For two hundred years we've got better and better at it. We'll survive. Well, some of us will survive. Realistically the herd has grown too big. There are too many of us. We're in the middle of a cull at the moment. The weakest, the oldest, the sickest, the fattest are in its sights. But planet earth has survived many catastrophes over a few million years. Life in some form or other has always made a comeback, come asteroids, or global warming. We're an optimistic species by nature. We will evolve. Perhaps go back underground. We will survive. Somehow. Some way. As something. The Dead Sea Scrolls survived.