Apotheosis, Home, Works

Part V

Everyone has their own name for it.

"The Multi-Dimensional Crisis Revolution", "The Precipice", "Collapse", "The Most Important Century", "The Meta Crisis", "The Weirdening", "Planetary Scale Vibe Collapse".

Many just call it "Modernity".

A suspicion perhaps, that something strange is afoot in this chapter of the human story. Something a little overwhelming, maybe even a little scary. A kind of individual and collective decoherence, right as a host of rather wicked problems come barreling down the pike.

It seems you and I were not born into stock off-the-shelf human lives, and we are living to see times more interesting by the decade. Times that may ask us to be brave.

Everyone has a different angle.

"Eudaimonia", "Awakening", "Wireheading Done Right", "Flow", "Meaningness", "Deep Okayness", "Self Love", "Luminosity", "Secure Attachment".

Many understand it as "the pursuit of happiness".

A hunch that the weather of the mind only appears arbitrary. That I'm not so much in a lottery of awe, anguish, and banality as a maze, where I am the walls, the Minotaur, and Theseus all. That just maybe, I get to decide that the main character in this story doesn't have to hate themselves.

It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look.
- Walden

We've heard it all a million times.

"Let's all move to the country", "We should have more social time that isn't a calendar event", "I miss what we had in Church/Scouts/School".

"I want a bash like in Terra Ingota", "We need a third place", "Coordination is a superpower", "Belonging is a superpower" "Let's start a D.A.O", "Let's start a proto-b", "Let's reconstitute the tribe", "Let's start a pod / squad / crew / gang".

Just like "Space", I feel deficient in something that modern life is not optimised to provide me. A deep and easy togethership with those who understand the world in the ways I do, enough to share in a wordless solidarity as we navigate life in modernity.

More, it seems this deficiency is a broader social phenomenon, with implications beyond personal happiness. How much worse can we get at coordinating with our neighbours, before we cease to be adaptive to novel circumstances, and follow the fate of Rome?

The only two pieces of advic

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The Apollo Almanac