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Good evening. While we got that virus on everybody's minds, let's have some more Nurse Redheart. And a little more lighting practice because there's never too much of that.

Last year released an amazing WW1 movie, "1917". One very surreal scene showed a large gathering of soldiers, with one among them standing and singing "I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger". (Background instruments are in this version , but without seeing the film, it maintains the eeriness very well.) It struck me partially that the song on the soldiers' part could well be a sign of calm acceptance of approaching pain and death. While I can't really compare fighting a disease to fighting in WW1, I need to point out that this is an invisible enemy that multiplies like crazy. It takes people's own healthy systems and uses it against themselves. It hangs in the air, and sticks on surfaces for an obscenely long time. It is scary, and there are people working very hard to combat it. So here's our little pony medical worker calmly accepting what's to come. Stay safe.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger.

I'm traveling through this world of woe.

Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger,

In that bright land to which I go.

Description

Good evening. While we got that virus on everybody's minds, let's have some more Nurse Redheart. And a little more lighting practice because there's never too much of that.

Last year released an amazing WW1 movie, "1917". One very surreal scene showed a large gathering of soldiers, with one among them standing and singing "I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger". (Background instruments are in this version , but without seeing the film, it maintains the eeriness very well.) It struck me partially that the song on the soldiers' part could well be a sign of calm acceptance of approaching pain and death. While I can't really compare fighting a disease to fighting in WW1, I need to point out that this is an invisible enemy that multiplies like crazy. It takes people's own healthy systems and uses it against themselves. It hangs in the air, and sticks on surfaces for an obscenely long time. It is scary, and there are people working very hard to combat it. So here's our little pony medical worker calmly accepting what's to come. Stay safe.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger.

I'm traveling through this world of woe.

Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger,

In that bright land to which I go.