You may be in a cave. Perhaps you are aware of all that is going on outside the cave. The sounds of weeping and sorrow reach your ears. The negative energy of rabble-rousers pokes at you. The tremors of too-near implosions are wearing on your heart.
But you are still in the cave.
In the cave you are birthing new things and a new way. It is hard work. Particularly because you are not all too sure what the new way is. You know what it won’t be, but can barely see what it might be.