Writing more than a half a century ago of nuclear war, C.S. Lewis risked sounding unfeeling in order to enforce the way of wisdom:
Believe me, dear sir or madam,
you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death
before the atomic bomb was invented;
and quite a high percentage of us
were going to die in unpleasant ways .
It is perfectly ridiculous to go about
whimpering and drawing long faces
because the scientists have added one more chance
of painful and premature death to a world
which already bristled with such chances
and in which death itself was not a chance but a certainty.
Let that bomb when it comes
find us doing sensible and human things—
praying, working, teaching, listening to music,
bathing the children, playing tennis,
chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—
not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs.
They may break our bodies (any microbe can do that)
but they need not dominate our minds.