You can either architect 'matter' unconsciously, as most of us do most of the time, or begin to take responsibility for everything, including this virus.
An editor of my college poetry journal loved this new "depth" poet. He did not realize that I was drowning, and I could barely string words together...
I find that as I enter the hibernation period, I often stock up on words. Words that reflect the little light that is left as the twilight of the year arrives. Verses that remind me there is delight in dormancy and breadth in darkness.
You don’t have to go through a brain injury to experience death and rebirth. Break-ups, divorces, even getting fired from a job, are like little deaths that pull the rug out from beneath us.