We have been surrounded on all sides by blood-thirsty wolves wearing a sheepdog’s skin but only those of us on the edge of the herd have gotten a glimpse of what ill-fate there may be that is being coordinated around us. From deep within the middle of the herd, things appear to be mostly normal but far from the old normal and always with more news of some approaching danger. From their place within, it is understood that the safety of the herd relies on everyone blindly following the prodding instructions of the shepherd dogs. From the edge, those brave enough to shout a voice of warning to the others are quickly devoured by the wolves who pretend to be our shepherds.
