Your family might think you are crazy for declining poisoned swabs and injections, and defending yourself from a genocide by prepping. There is a real pain to holding this conflict between perception and reality, and the social harm it causes. However, holding that pain is a high form of love: we care about ourselves, them, and humanity so much that we will endure enormous psychological hardship. This war really is one of love overcoming fear.

One of my children was a drug addict. She didn’t like me much when I dragged her to rehab and left her there. She’s older now and drug free. It was for her own good, even though it felt like a death to me then. This is how I feel about our sleepers. One day, they will understand.