You take your wisdom where you find it.
In my case, at this particular moment in time, I am taking odd solace in the words of fictional character, Tyler Durden. If you are familiar with the wit and insights of this person, I will encourage you to find a copy of the movie or the novel before you complete this next bit. It's not a requirement, and there will not be a quiz, but a little background might help.
You have been warned.
Mister Durden said, "You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you."
I repeat this sentiment here not to stir up questions about the existence of a deity or to jab at anyone's specific beliefs. I looked at the news and I saw Haiti being leveled by an earthquake just weeks after the assassination of their president. I saw hurricanes lining up to batter communities already suffering from a global pandemic. I read about the Taliban bringing their own peculiar brand of repressive theocracy to a country that hasn't seen a day of peace for two generations. People are flocking to feed stores to buy horse ivermectin to protect them from the aforementioned global pandemic rather than taking the free FDA approved vaccine being supplied by the government. Jeff Bezos is suggesting that the solution to our tired planet's trash problem is to send it into outer space.
So, what if Tyler was right? I suggest that we all come together whenever and however we can in what may be the waning moments of our time here on the planet, before the Taliban takes over and sends all those they consider unclean into outer space on Prime Day, and pray.
Or at least apologize. We can do better. We need to do better. Before someone hits the reset button.