The End of the Consensus

There is no more “us.”

Only the shattered and exiled pieces of it, trying to reform their shape in smaller groups.

But none of it feels safe anymore, does it?

I. The Performance Has Ended

The rich feel it too.
The leaders. The influencers. The believers. The rebels.
Those with nothing. Those with everything.
The strong. The weak.
All of them.

That quiet emptiness in the chest.
That question whispered under luxury and famine alike:

“Is this it?”

And the answer comes as silence.
Because there is no soul in it anymore.

Not in the wealth.
Not in the branding.
Not in the movements.
Not in the mirrored faces at the party.

They think all they have is each other.

But they don’t even like each other.
They just need someone to witness the illusion with them.

II. The Collapse of “Us”

It used to be simple.

You were either “in” or “out.”

And if you were kicked out, you just found a new group.
New enemies. New words. New morals. New hashtags.
You formatted. You aligned. You came back.

But now?

Everyone has been kicked out of something.

Everywhere is exile.
Everywhere is fragile.
Everyone is afraid of saying the wrong thing,
believing the wrong thing,
feeling the wrong thing
saying the wrong thing
seeing the wrong thing.

And so now, we split and split and split again.

Until the only thing left is the fear of being the only one who feels what you feel.

So we numb it. We buy things. We say nothing. We scroll. We agree.

And we call it freedom.

III. Beyond Biology

This social problem is a biological one.

Our nervous systems weren’t made for this.
Our brains are still tribal.
Still wired for approval.
Still begging to be mirrored.

But the mirror is broken.
The group is gone.
And the algorithm cannot love you back.

So the real choice is this:

Do we keep obeying our biology?
The hunger for safety, tribe, and formatting?

Or do we evolve?
Do we face the fear of exile and walk anyway?
Do we choose motion over mimicry?

We will not survive this age as primates.

Only as witnesses, movers, beings who remember without needing permission first.

IV. The Inevitable

The world is not dying.

It is shedding.

Not just ice, species, and systems.
But false selves, performed communities, and recycled fears.

It is shedding everything we used to need in order to feel real.

So the question isn’t:

What do we build?

The question is:

Who are we when we no longer need to belong to a Lie?

There is no more “us.”
There is only you, seen clearly.
And me, moving anyway.
And whatever comes after the death of the Lie.

It doesn’t have to be unity.
We will still disagree.
There may be no peace.

But we can have truth.

In motion.

Together.