Letter from the (corona)Virus
Who is the boss?
Dear human friend.
This is crazy. I am around for so many thousands of years now — at least I believe so, as I have no idea about the definition of what “thousands of years” mean — and I have tried to raise my voice so many times until now. Still, you humans have never really cared about me. You humans have taken over the boss-role quite self-assured, which created the desperate wish inside of me to present you a possibly other story. My name is the top one of searched for terms for quite a while now. Yesssss! I always wanted to be famous. Finally I am. Famous. And the boss. Which reminds me on a joke I once heard, which goes like this if I remember well:
One day, all parts of the body were debating on who was most important.
The brain spoke first: Since I control everything and do all the thinking, I am the most important part here. I should be the boss.
The feet replied: We carry humankind everywhere, he wants to go and allow him to stand wherever the brain wants him to be, we definitely are the most important parts.
To this, the eyes had their say: We must be aware and watch out for all beings and tell them where survival, joy and danger are to be seen. This makes us the most important body-parts.
