We’ll travel again. It might cost more. But it’s not going to go away. Travel is what humans do. It’s written right there in the central programming, along with ten fingers, ten toes, and ingratitude.
Prohibition taught us that you simply cannot keep people from drinking — even if it kills them. You cannot stop prostitution or gambling, no matter how hard you try. There are certain things people are always going to do, no matter what. Travel is one of them.
I’m following the directions. I’m taking it seriously, even though there’s basically no chance of Coronavirus killing me. I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about who I could spread it to.
But although it may never go away, one day, this virus will recede like all the rest.
Smallpox used to kill 400,000 Europeans every year. It may have killed 90% of native people in North and South America. Even in the twentieth century, smallpox killed 300 million people.
And now it’s gone.
Coronavirus will be either eradicated or wrestled down to a manageable level. And then some other nasty virus will come along and make us all afraid again. But we’re not going to stop traveling.