I've experienced the separation caused by "fear of the unclean" for 35 years.  As a contractor/tradesman (exterior restoration mostly) and fine artist I've spent most of my life completely filthy and with hands thrashed to hell from being blunt instruments for the most part.  Dry, cracked, smashed, bruised, gashed, splinter filled, etc...  Anyone who's restored and oiled a wood shake roof or pressure washed the underside of strip mining equipment would understand.  Mostly retired now, I still heat with wood in the Indiana Winter, thus my hands are still thrashed.  At the grocery check-out people have made a conscious effort to not make contact when passing a receipt or change.  If I had a dollar for every handful of money dropped into my outspread crooked befingered palm and scattered on a counter, floor, or drive-through asphalt I'd be a rich man.  Only the most based of humans truly shake hands these days...these past decades, actually.  Heck, neighbors around here don't even wave back.,(reply>), @Robyn Cohen Death is like a hawk, heron, eagle, or owl.  We're all bunnies in the meadow or fish just off-shore that know they're  hungry.  It's a big red button to push onto people.  They pretty much pushed the social-nuclear button.,(reply>), Yes. I understand. Humans seem to have an ancient fear of disease, germs and non conforming bodies that is so out of proprtiin to any real threat to them. It may xplain how easily we are manipulated to lockdown, mask, take experimental therapeutics and let go of our hard won freedoms.,(reply>), @Robyn Cohen It's the truth.  I may have become sensitized to the reactions of other people to my wheelchair-bound dad. A Vietnam War veteran who left his shins, feet, and some fingers in a rice paddy.  I'm a freak child of a freak! pmsl.  Most would weep if I put it to film.  Of course, they'll just kick the next puppy they see.,(reply>), This is most profound.