"...Now we are at home.
It is extraordinary what is happening.
And there is gold, I believe, in this strange time.
Perhaps there are gifts.
Nuggets of gold for us. If we help one another.
There is a very strong call
of the species now and as a species
we must each see ourselves. A common fate
holds us here. We knew it. But not well enough.
Either all of us, or no one..."

 ~ Mariangela Gualtieri, from her poem "March the ninth, twenty twenty" (Nove marzo duemilaventi)