When Power Eats Itself: A Möbius Tale of Modern Absurdity

So here we are, watching the traditional power structure chase its own tail like a dog that’s had too much espresso.

But while the Y chromosome club is busy recreating “The Wolf of Wall Street” meets “Lord of the Flies,” something rather interesting is happening on the Möbius strip of reality.

Picture this: A business model where profit doesn’t just flow upward like a champagne fountain at a tech bro’s wedding.

Instead, it moves like a Möbius strip—there is no inside or outside, just one continuous flow where every gain ripples through the entire community.

Shocking, I know. Take a moment if you need it.

While Putin sits in his bunker, muttering, “How did we lose the Cold War to these clowns?” as he watches Western capitalism perform its greatest hits of self-destruction, some of us have noticed that cities are living organisms.

Not in the “I did ayahuasca at a corporate retreat” way, but in the “actual anthropological research shows this” way.

Each transaction, decision, and power move creates ripples that eventually flow back to the source.

The blockchain bros almost got it, you know—they glimpsed the infinite loop but got so lost in their own metaphors that they ended up building digital pyramids instead.

Meanwhile, the old guard is still trying to build walls in a Möbius world where the inside and outside are the same.

It would be adorable if it weren’t so destructive.

Here’s the punchline that the power-tie brigade keeps missing: When you structure business like a Möbius strip, the traditional power games become as outdated as a flip phone at a tech conference.

Every attempt to hoard power just highlights the absurdity of trying to create separate sides on a single-sided surface.

Meanwhile, our Y-chromosome warriors are still playing Monopoly with real lives, not realizing they’re using the wrong game board entirely.

The real power isn’t in the flame-and-blame game—it’s in understanding that every “one” we add to the system flows back through the entire strip, transforming both business and community in one continuous motion.

But please, Media, tell us more about your latest disruption of the already-disrupted while actual systemic change is happening in the background, like a stealth software update.

Take, for example, the delightful unravelling of New York City’s political scenery. What started as a pop star’s risqué romp in a house of worship became an unexpected catalyst for change.

One minute, she was gyrating in a church for art’s sake; the next, she (Sabrina Carpenter) unwittingly pulled threads that unravelled a mayor’s carefully woven cloak of respectability.

It’s not just about interconnectedness—it’s about how even the most entrenched power structures can be dismantled or even razed by the most unlikely events when power isn’t just flowing top-down but moving in that continuous Möbius strip pattern.

In the grand theatre of life, those who thought they were the puppeteers discover they’re just part of the same continuous surface as everyone else.

The next revolution won’t be televised – it’s already happening in the folds of the strip, in the quiet spaces between the headlines, in the moments when power thinks it’s winning but is actually dissolving into the flow.

Perhaps the real irony is that while everyone’s been fighting over who gets to sit at the top of the pyramid, some of us are quietly busy removing the concept of “top” altogether.

And that’s the beauty of a Möbius revolution – by the time they figure out what’s happening, they’re already part of it.

May harmony find you,

Irena Phaedra