Not really: it’s not in my DNA. But wise people choose their battles, and I realized about 15 minutes ago an important reality: my obsession with the state of the world–which far, far, far exceeds that of 99% of our population I suspect–is a defense mechanism. Specifically, it exists to prevent a full ego individuation from a state of fusion that is a primal artifact of early trauma and parental narcissism.
Letting it all go is my last important task prior to calling Phase One–climbing out of the hole–done. If we are going to hell in a hand basket, I am going to look for positives in the hand basket.
I have more or less been willing the world to be rational, which is more or less the equivalent of an emotional isometric against the entirety of the planet: it neither moves nor notices, but I get quite tired.
That, I quit. No more.
And I think I mean it.