An idea that a golden rainbow is somewhere outside of the race from which the virus taps past a tempest, a widening storm, a mission impossible.

Economic factors and other factors bring prosperity and people will sniff that out for their own future. Utopia will win over dystopia!

This war is partly due to bad planning, and the emotions rising too high. This virus could be laughing.

I suppose a writer doesn't always tell the truth or they would be unable to write. For a writer truths are objects hidden in the fog perhaps to be found some day.

Two titles given me in a week or two. What is a man to do? Thanks!

The dystopia won't occur, but something else will. Eyes on the ball weren't watching a possible shift and arrogance would be to blame. The oldest weakness.