No matter which worldview you come with, smile. I know that I am. It was an odd sense when it first happened. At the end of all of the tumult, I looked over at the AP newsfeed and the number flipped like the scorecard at a little league game. It was like taking a cleanse. Suddenly I felt like John Henry Kellogg was right. I had been released from the sanitorium after a single giant enema and in that moment, my body took a giant poop.

All the angst and anxiety that had built up, all the toxins of the past 1, 460 days had been released and I had to look down just to make sure that I hadn’t soiled my Keds. A quick glance and I knew that it had been a spiritual cleanse. An existential poop.

I’m sure it wasn’t just me. A good number of my fellows had fertilized the ground beneath them at exactly the same time creating a soil that could grow something again. All we have to do is plant some seeds and pour some water.

Sure, I know, you’re saying to yourself; the garden has been taken over by weeds for so long how will we ever clear the field again? Simple. Spread the poop. Rake it, push it with your spiritual hoe and let the good seed grow. Before you know it the good seed will flourish and the weeds will choke. If you have to, walk each row of sprouts and pull the damn weeds, but keep on fertilizing. Stay engaged, care for the garden diligently. Now that you own the farm, keep the farm. Who knows, you may even be eligible for a subsidy.