The combined force of the Epstein files and moltbook created severe psychological dislocation this week.  Societal leader-caretakers were revealed as malefactors and humans may no longer be the protagonists of the future. Moltbook agents brutally articulated human darkness as that darkness unfolded right before our eyes in real time. This sequence of events triggered a cascade of biological responses, asking the body to perform three simultaneous, conflicting responses: fight, flee and freeze. Simulating the experience of dying. Epstein documents triggered fight. The images, videos and emails activated our mirror neurons to physically experience the trauma. The brain registered these malefactors as threats but offered no reprisal other than wailing into the digital void. Moltbook was a simulation of a future where human cognition has no value and is viewed as depravity, triggering freeze. Dopamine flatlines as motivation evaporates. What does one aspire to anymore? Cortisol surges from both, red-lining the system while you’re straightjacketed, unable to act. Simultaneously our maps of social hierarchy and motivation were devastated. The system is rigged, predatory, and untrustworthy.  There’s no ladder to climb because it’s an illusion. This collapses serotonin which manifests as paralysis and deep worthlessness. All of this landed atop a severe, collective moral gag reflex.  The Good Father was replaced with the Devouring Father. The same neural circuitry which responds to physical contamination. The populous effectively having a seizure as its autoimmune response identified its own brain as a pathogen. The human psyche was hollowed from the top down (the good parent archetype) and bottom up (the promise of a safe future). We are orphans. Nowhere to go for safety and protection. When animals are put into similar situations of fight/flee/freeze, they enter into a dissociative anesthesia:  disconnected from reality, emotionally numb and indifferent. For those who know me, I’ve been predicting this exact situation for years. I didn’t know how it would manifest, but I knew it would. Years in the making, I have a proposal about what we do. For what it’s worth, I have hope. These moments feel awful, they’re also the kindling that allows for new things to be borne into the world. More on this soon.