It could be a cruel cosmic joke. (But it’s really epidemiology meeting humanity.)
It could be fake news. (But, of course, it’s all too real.)
Silliest of all, it could be a conspiracy. (But the only premeditated evil was unpreparedness.)
It might be a rhyme of history. (2020 is uncomfortably close to 1918.)
Or it could be an enormous invitation: to see ourselves in larger context, to see life as it really is, to see our own complicity, to see what happened in the years and decades after 1918 and to determine we don’t want to rhyme with any of that.
We could see all that, but we have to see the invitation first.