This is a cleanse.

When trying to transform ourselves, we often go through some type of process.

We get rid of useless habits, we pay more attention to the impact of our daily actions, and over time, we have the capacity to physically and mentally change.

Transformation is defined in a few different ways, but the essence of it is that something changes. Something shifts.

Empty roads are with far less debris thrown around by careless humans and sea otters loaf along the streets of Singapore because we aren’t taking up all the space.

We are breathing in record low levels of air pollution, at least in those areas under quarantine.

We are hearing about hoarders losing their shit over toilet paper and the dead bodies of other people’s loved ones waiting to be buried.

We are in awe of the empty shelves at the market and just as taken aback by the extreme generosity of people who have little to give.

There’s something about this pandemic that makes me wonder why we weren’t expecting just about anything of this magnitude to happen in the first place.

Why we weren’t ready to be shaken. Changed.

Every single living thing is being transformed at this very second and our comprehension of what this means is miniature at best.

We should be taking this type of transformation very personally, because it affects us so intimately and in relative terms, so immediately.

But there is a difference between self-transformation and universal change, and we tend not to personalize the less obvious.

If we are unable to convene on this one, absolute truth, why should we ever be under the impression that She would stand for it?