Academic home alone

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I have been light-heartedly referring to the dawn of the new zombie apocalypse. Really you mustn’t take this as too dark or too serious. Even though it is rather dark and serious. I am, after a few days, settling into something of a pattern of work and leisure at home. The University will expect most if not all staff to be working from home by the end of Friday. This is not to stop the spread of infection but to slow it down so that our systems and infrastructure can keep up. Cambridge has gone home. There are a lot of anxious people around. They have had the patterns and routines of their everyday lives changed. I figure that we are all trying to make sense of what is happening. I think when arrives at a certain age and clothed with a number of life experiences one becomes more accustomed to the fact that life is mysterious and contradictory, that dilemmas cannot be fixed. But mostly – forgive me for plunging in deep here – the fundamental paradoxes of our existence cannot be ignored. With this realisation it is easy to see why many of us who have relied on a belief in logical order and causation get so lost. This leads to anxiety and stress. Times like these force us to get back in the moment, we necessarily have to abandon those grand narratives and schemes. Does this mean that we abandon reason or any hope of finding moment? No, it doesn’t. But meaning and reason become contingent and in the moment. We are compelled to feel meaning as much as we were required to construct meaning mentally.

Stay safe.

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