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Given this post's title, i thought you were gonna go somewhere else. Or at least link your thinking to the nihilism of Louis XV's reputed statement "Après moi, le déluge." While scholars argue over the exact intent, it's generally used to express the kind of selfish nihilism of the rich and powerful and which, arguably, runs strongly through the likes of Trump and his obedient followers. And such an attitude exists in stark opposition to the mutualism you discuss and to which i would add the ethic we find expressed by the Haudenosaunee: "In every deliberation, we must consider the impact on the seventh generation..."

These ethics also contrast with Wilde's notion of "cultivated leisure" which i think a kind of utopian thinking that is, to say the least, unhelpful. You seem to imply an optimism about AI (if not also, by implication, automation more generally) leading to what Wilde imagines. And, while i agree entirely with freedom from drudgery (and the "bullshit jobs" that Graeber names well), i don't think it is puritanical to hold on to some notion of work though, in a different political-economic system , it may not be experienced as what today we mean by "work." I think of a story I'm fond of telling as well as Ursula K. Le Guin's remarkable work, Always Coming Home, in which she imagines an anarchist(y) post-apocalyptic civilization that could be a model for the mutualism to which you refer. And i'm a fan of both Kropotkin and Bookchin, so i'm with you, on that thinking. As for the story, it is a Jewish tale of some antiquity:

Once there was an old woman and a young woman who would walk each day through the shtetl. One day the old woman would carry turnips from the field and young woman would carry two buckets of water. On another day, the old woman would carry grains to make kasha and the young woman would carry cucumbers to make pickles. On another day, the old woman would carry her grandchild and the young woman would carry the clean clothes from the drying line. One day the young woman asked the old woman, “what is life’s greatest burden?” The old woman answered, “to have nothing to carry.”

There's a lot going on in this wee tale, not least of which is that it's characters are women. But it's the use of the "carry" that i actually think is its greatest significance and which echoes a word with which I grew up on the Scottish side of my family: bairn, meaning infants. If we remember that "carry" is also the term we use to describe a pregnant woman (carrying a child to term, as it were), then we can compare this to another common expression for the same: to bear (a child). It's this use that gives us the Scots word bairn. (It also finds it's way in a fascinating way into the word "different"). But it's this notion of women carrying that i think we can connect to an ethic of work that isn't the drudgery of capitalist industrialism but rather the necessary activity of living a good life. This ethic also shows up in the work of feminist economic geographers J.K. Gibson-Graham and also in the growing literature about "care" (not the wellness-industrial-complex notion of self-care, but about the care that we all must call upon in our lives and which only comes from each other, e.g. The Care Manifesto: The Politics of Interdependence by The Care Collective - https://bit.ly/3XSUguO).

So, maybe not your intent, but your title led me to see the profoundly destructive nihilism (that lure of the void that villains, as you write, and dictators have embraced) that runs through both the autocrats/oligarchs and climate-breakdown denialists. I not only agree with you about the moribundity of capitalism but would go one step further than your concluding thought and say that it is already failing and that the rise in authoritarianism, white supremacism, climate change denialism, are the its death throes and, while it will try and take down everything with it, i see many thousands of points of resistance in the things you write about, in the rise of a politicized movement of care, in the many new organizational forms that activists are implementing, in community gardens (which i'm about to visit while walking our dog). Rock on!

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This is a terrible idea... But I keep imagining, if only we could crop dust the entire world in MDMA! 😂🤦‍♂️

I still have not read 'How Soon is Now' but I'm keen on Bookchin, and looking forward to this thread. I imagine a breakdown into bio-regionalism will be part of the transition. That may result in areas of techmo-feudalist authoritarianism, and others implementing regenerative practices, healing and transforming in line with an idealist paradigm.

I also find myself drawn to the idea that we are experiencing a civilizational rite of passage, a metamorphosis from one stage of being to another. In metamorphosis, the caterpillar completely breaks down inside the chrysalis, into a goo of undifferentiated cells. Then, certain cells - imaginal buds, which contain the dream of flight - begin flickering to life, organizing other cells around them. These are at first attacked by the other cells, but eventually they too are included into the emergent form, until the butterfly takes shape. We are in the throes of devastation, which I can only imagine will accelerate and intensify as our caterpillar civilization completely dissolves. We may all be swept into it. That knowledge has led me to a kind of contentment, feeling that any day could be my last, and it has also freed me to focus on what I am really passionate about. If the world is really and truly fucked, then why not live into the boldest and truest version of your life. Make amends. Heal your relations. Consider the impossible. This may be how the imaginal buds are born.

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