Are you here with me, buffeted between outrage and despair? I feel tightness in my chest, hot tears that flow without warning, wiry energy that animates my arms and legs towards fight, towards flight. Disorganization catalyzed by an all-too-successful campaign of terror. The chaos of these times rips through us like fire and burns away the parts of us that cannot withstand the heat. Know, somewhere deep in your body, that what is happening is not new. Those of us privileged enough to feel like things are “suddenly” bad have simply been above the waterline. Know that our Indigenous neighbors have been living in a literal post-apocalypse for centuries. Know that those of us who are white come, too, from centuries of post-apocalypse, so much so that many of us do not even know that our ancestors from a time before These Terrible Times still call to us. Your body’s response to the world-that-is is righteous and true. Feel that rage, and know that it is a furnace of transformation. Feel with me, and know that you are not alone. Rise, friends, and alchemize that divine rage into joyful, ceaseless resistance. Every moment of peace, every moment of rest, every act of kindness matters. Not, perhaps, because any single action, or any single person, can fix everything, but because they keep our own fire alive. Liberation will not be achieved in our lifetimes. How, then, do we attune to this as our life’s work? Reclaim your attention from these despotic dipshits as much as you can afford to. There is so much good being done in this world, and there is a place for you to weave your own thread into this brilliant tapestry of resistance.