As Rumi penned,
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense."
It doesn't make sense, we can never be prepared for what may happen because the experience of being human is that we truly don't know. We can only bask in its fullness and respond to its senselessness, the senseless beauty and the senseless horror with what is appropriate in the moment.
And that is the practice.