What I find ironic about the pandemic

I’ve had this itching sensation in my irreverent funny bone for days to say something that I have not said yet about the current crisis. I find it ironic to watch the human species, the dominant lifeform on the planet, squirm and cower in the face of an invisible alien invader, infiltrating our planet from the biosphere.

We, all-powerful humans, who are steadily, nay increasingly, wipe out one lifeform after another, drown the oceans in plastic garbage, poison the air, the soil and everything else all living things need for survival, seem helpless in the face of this microscopic lump of protein.

We attack the virus with a haphazard patchwork of rules and regulations, mostly ignored by the general public, fighting each other as much as fighting the virus, and ignoring the fact the virus doesn’t care about our borders, our political convictions, our desires to go back to ‘normal’ – it just marches through our world following its own logic.

The world of humans is also following its own logic, which is twisted, illogical, full of passion, fear and blind ambition. In this epic battle, often represented by science versus politics, the virus has nothing to lose. We, on the other hand, may just have made our first steps toward real and inevitable extinction. If that happens, I can hear the collective sigh of the planet and all the other lifeforms currently being squeezed out of existence by a species that developed too much power before it developed enough sense.