This last year has taught me about individual and collective grief on a scale I had only been able to imagine in books and television. Our collective suffering has been realized through a calamity that doesn't respect the self-imposed boundaries we've imagined into existence. This pandemic cares nothing for our differences, and know s us for what we share in common: our humanity. It's easy to miss the fundamental reasons for how this pandemic has arisen, and indeed you see many narratives too focused on short-term medical interventions that will allow us to return to a sense of normalcy, to make humanity great again. Acknowledging this disease as a function of our relationship with the natural world is perhaps the most courageous action we could take. Understanding that the destruction of ecosystems that support species we coexist with creates disease, and kills us, because they are us. Learning to redraw the boundaries of self that separate me from everything else - that's the challenge I feel we are being called to acknowledge. And my central question, the thing I want to know, is how to relate to this calling.