What we keep calling collapse may be the sound a thing makes when it opens its eyes.

The world isn’t falling apart. It’s waking up — and waking has never been gentle.

In The Way of the World, Edgar Boone asks you to try a single lens: look at humanity as one being, one vast
life made of every life inside it, and the dread of the age starts to rearrange itself. The being is young. It has
never been awake before, so it mistakes the dawn for a fire.

Moving through fear, meaning, and the two false roads we keep taking, this is a book that offers no homework
and no prediction — only a way of seeing, handed to you the way you’d tell a friend what you see going on
with them.

The world isn’t ending. It’s young, and frightened, and beginning, quietly, to wake.