trying, hoping, relinquishing both

I have been doing a lot of writing in the last few years, revisiting "my book" and short stories and poems, greatly thanks to the support of the Toronto Sci-fi and Fantasy Group that during the pandemic lockdown was a source of solace for many, myself included.
When you think of human history it is a strange time. Yes there have been strange times but this time does feel like a culmination of strange times. I suppose this is why there are so many apocalyptical stories going around.
I was told not to write about Covid.
is "covid" a bird?
Nope it is from: COronaVIrus Disease. A mash up. No birds involved in the name at least. except some corona viruses do affect birds...my daughter's cat got Covid 19...
Anyway, it was the first mind fuck of this new century. No there was 911 and the financial crash...
And then we all found ourselves alone and glued to these screens and we would talk to them and they would talk back.
so, humans
when we looked into the fire in our lonely caves way back at the end of the last ice age, did we talk to it and did it answer?
And did it make sense? Did we feel less alone?