Realising that all your anger is wasted energy and there’s nothing you can do about it means you have ascended to the final stage of grief, “Acceptance”.

I go back and forth on accelerationism. Some days I cheer it on, other days I see how frighteningly close we are to total chaos.

The beauty of reaching acceptance though means you can at least redirect your energy toward something productive.

Like ok this whole thing is going to collapse, well how about we build something outside of it that will survive their insanity because that’s something we can control. Then cheering on the lunatics seems a little less sadistic at least.