**EPILOGUE: THE WEAVE**
**EPILOGUE: THE WEAVE** They called it the Great Unclenching. It wasn’t a war. Wars have fronts, declarations, endings. This was a **systemic sepsis**. The old pyramids—the nation-states, the corporate giants, the non-profit hydras—had spent centuries outsourcing their legitimacy, their violence, their care. They hollowed themselves out, until one day, the people inside the shells realized the facade was all that was left. The scaffolding held, but the cathedral was dust. What grew in the carcass wasn’t chaos. It was a **Weave**. **The First Strands: Recognition** It began in places like Portland. The recovery counselor, finally admitting his “client” was just a revenue stream, took his ledger and his knowledge of human pain to the local Bratva captain. He offered **predictive models of desperation**. In return, they gave him a district to administer, with clear rules and consequences. He slept better. The city contract officer, tired of writing RFPs for failing shelters, started ...