Sometimes when I'm in a particularly fearful mood,
I look around and I'm horrified
by the amount of opportunities to be infected and afflicted
by other people's yuckiness.
The only thought that keeps me from hiding in a bubble in my closet is to notice that I'm still alive and well despite all this opportunity.
So I can only assume that the universe must know what it’s doing in the germ, dirt, and sanitation department.