Do you ever worry that things might fall apart?
And one day they will. That's the thing. You can't tell yourself, it won't happen because it will. One day the Pax Americana we have known for my entire lifetime will come crashing down. The world might even be thrown into another dark age.
And yet it seems stupid to worry about it because the chances that I, as an individual, could do anything decisive to prevent it, should the day come in my lifetime, are nonexistent.
And yet I worry.