The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost. — G. K. Chesterton
You’ll hear from time to time people referring to Orwell and “Nineteen Eighty-Four” (often written merely as 1984), most of whom, I assure you, never read it. They know the term as trivia and pop culture droplets. My friend, what we’re about to enter makes Oceania look like a retirement village. Let me explain. But first, some levity.