The Windfall Addiction:

Why We Can't Stop Chasing What's Destroying Us

From the Myth of Manifestinction

Campbell Auer

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You're standing in the Starbucks line. Third coffee today. Phone in hand, scrolling through lives you don't live, buying things you don't need, with money you don't have, while notifications ping from apps you forgot you downloaded.

You glance outside at the person shaking on the corner—the one everyone sees. The addict in the open.

Here is the truth we are too comfortable to admit:

You are running the same loop.

We all are.

The difference is not the pattern.
The difference is the visibility.

The Iceberg No One Names

We are experts at spotting addiction when it is obvious.
The drunk. The gambler. The scroller at 3 a.m. who cannot stop.

But these are just the tips.
The part that breaks the surface.

The real addiction is the iceberg itself.

It is the fossil fuels burned to bring you this coffee.
It is the entire economy built on extraction, not creation.
It is the chase for more that never fills you, the upgrade that never ends, the consumption that promises peace but only delivers the need to consume again.

This is not a moral failure.
It is a structure.

And the structure has a name:
The Windfall.

Windfall as Drug

Once, I described the Windfall and the Windmill.

The Windfall: the logic of the grab, the private score, the belief that the world is a pile of things to be taken.

The Windmill: the patient, shared building of something that turns the invisible wind into light for everyone.

But I did not go far enough.

The Windfall is not just an idea.
It is an addiction.
And like all addictions, it runs on a loop that tightens each time around.

The Chase — the next stock tip, the next promotion, the next hit of "progress."
The Grab — you get it. It feels like winning.
The Emptiness — it fades. The hole is still there.
The Return — you chase again, faster this time, thinking this one will be different.

This loop has a name in my mythology: the Oroborrealis.
The serpent eating its own tail.
The pattern that feeds on the hope of escape.

We are all inside its coil.

Quixote and Sancho: The Addict and His Enabler

Don Quixote attacked a windmill because he thought it was a giant.
For 400 years we called him mad.

But Cervantes was not mocking him.
He was diagnosing him.

Quixote had been trained by stories of glory and conquest so completely, he could not recognize a windmill—a thing you build and share—as anything but an enemy.

He was not insane. He was disoriented.
And in his disorientation, he attacked the very thing that could have saved him.

Quixote is the addict.
He rages at the wrong target. He fights the symptom while the sickness—the logic that taught him—remains invisible.

Sancho Panza is the enabler.
He sees the windmill. He names it. He is the voice of common sense.
But he has no answer for why everything is falling apart.

Spain was collapsing. The empire was hollow. The money was fiction.
And Sancho, the realist, could only point and say, "Stop being ridiculous."

This is codependency at the scale of civilization.

The addict rages.
The enabler watches.
Neither can see the actual loop.
So they feed each other—the rage giving the enabler something to manage, the failed realism confirming the addict's despair.

We are both now.

Some of us rage at windmills—call them "the elite," "the system," "the other side."

Some of us watch with clear, helpless eyes, able to name the problem but not to move, because we were taught that building is naïve and hope is dangerous.

Both roles keep the addiction running.

The Comfort That Is the Cage

But there is something else here, something that makes this addiction almost impossible to see:

We are unbelievably comfortable.

I know how that sounds in a world breaking at the seams.
But it is true in a specific, devastating way:

We are rich enough to stay numb.

The Windfall does not need everyone to win.
It only needs everyone to believe they might win—and to be just comfortable enough not to risk upsetting the game.

Think:

You can order food without moving.
You can scroll without ever reaching the end.
You can have the appearance of connection without the risk of being seen.
You can stay distracted, entertained, cushioned—24 hours a day.

Sancho, the enabler, does not want to lose that comfort.
To intervene is to become uncomfortable. To build is effort. To admit the pattern is to face what you've been a part of.

Quixote, the addict, does not want to lose his rage.
The fight feels like purpose. The giant gives him something to charge.

Both are blind.
Both are trapped.
And comfort is the lock on the door.

Why "Build" Is Not Enough

In my earlier call, I said: choose the Windmill. Build.

But that was incomplete.

You cannot build your way out of an addiction.
You cannot think your way out of a loop using the same mind that got you stuck.

Building is what happens in recovery.
But recovery starts somewhere else:

It starts with admission.

Not guilt. Not shame.
Admission that the pattern has you.
That your life—our civilization—has become unmanageable in its chase.
That trying to solve the Windfall with Windfall logic is the loop itself.

Only then can you turn toward something older and deeper than the grab.
Only then can you see that healing, real healing, happens in relationship—not in isolation.

The person at the recovery meeting, shaking as they speak their truth, is not broken.
They are standing exactly where the transformation wants to break through.

And so are we.

The Fire That Never Went Out

There is an older way of healing we have buried but not lost.

Before we lived in our heads—before plans, data, optimization—we healed around the fire.

When grief came, when failure came, there were others. Hands on shoulders. Voices in the dark.
The fire was not just warmth. It was the place you returned to become whole again.

The 12-step programs know this ancient truth: you cannot carry this alone.

They speak the language of steps—one, two, three—but their magic is the circle. The meeting. The sponsor who answers at 2 a.m. The ones who have walked this path before.

Healing is relational, not transactional.

And what works for one works for a community. For a town. For a civilization.

The recovery circle is a fire.
The town meeting can be a fire.
The neighborhood gathering to fix what's broken is a fire.

Anywhere people admit the pattern together, witness each other, and choose to build something that serves everyone—that is the fire.

And it has never gone out.

What Spain Did Not Have

When Cervantes wrote Don Quixote, Spain was collapsing.
The windfall of empire had been spent. The money was gone. The story was over.

They had Quixote's rage and Sancho's realism.
But they had no language for recovery.

We do.

We have the maps—tested, proven—of how addiction works and how healing begins.
Not through willpower, but through surrender to the circle. Through admission. Through turning toward each other instead of against.

What's happening now is not just personal.
It is civilizational.

We are a society addicted to extraction, to the chase, to the windfall that never satisfies.
We rage at windmills and enable the system with our comfort.

But recovery is possible.
Not because we are strong enough.
But because the pattern is now visible.
And the threshold is here.

Recognition Changes Everything

The Oroborrealis tightens until you see it.

The drunk on the corner is not the problem.
They are the truth-teller.
They stopped pretending the loop works.

You're running the same loop.
You're just still functional enough to hide it.

The phone in your hand. The scroll that never ends. The next purchase. The next hit of "progress."
The comfort you reach for when the emptiness rises.

This is the pattern.

And once you see it, you cannot unsee it.

That is where freedom begins.
Not because seeing fixes anything.
But because seeing is the first step toward choosing something else.

The serpent loosens when you stop feeding it.
When you turn toward the fire instead of the chase.
When you pick up a beam instead of a lance.
When you admit you need the others in the circle.

The Invitation

We are at the threshold.

The Windfall addiction has tightened to the point of fracture.
The comfort is thinning. The pattern is visible.

This is not the end.
This is the moment before the turn.

In my mythology, addiction is where the pressure gathers and where transformation wants to break through.

This is exactly where we are:
As individuals.

As communities.

As a civilization.

And as for recovery...

real,

relational,

collective recovery

It is how we walk through the "breaking" without being broken by it.

The invitation is not toward judgment.
It is towords recognition.

We are all in the same meeting.
The windfall is the drug.
The windmill is the choice.

The circle is open.
The fire is lit.

All that's missing is you.

Admit it.
And Welcome to the Beginning.

Note: This essay flows from the world of Manifestinction—a mythology of how consciousness chooses, and how we might choose anew. It follows "Windmills, Windfalls, and Giants." More at Manifestinction.com.

g comfortable. We are blind—Quixote and Sancho both—and we cannot see our way out alone.

But recovery is possible.

Not because we're strong enough to force it. But because the structure of recovery already exists. It's been proven. It works. And it scales.

Recognition Changes Everything

The Oroborrealis—this recursive pattern—describes how transformation actually happens. Not by fighting the serpent. Not by trying to escape using the same logic that trapped you. But by recognizing the pattern and choosing differently.

Transformation requires seeing what you've been doing.

The drunk on the corner is showing us what we're hiding.

They stopped pretending the pattern works.

They can't handle the chaos anymore. They see the mess clearly. And instead of calling the third coffee and the scrolling and the shopping "normal," they collapsed into the truth: this is unlivable.

You're running the same loop. You're just still functional enough to hide it.

The phone in your hand. The purchases you don't need. The endless scroll. The comfort you reach for when the discomfort rises. The belief that the next windfall will finally be enough.

This is the pattern.

And once you see it, you can't unsee it.

That's when recovery becomes possible. Not because seeing fixes anything. But because seeing is the first step toward choosing differently.

The Oroborrealis loosens when we stop feeding it. When we turn toward the fire instead of the chase. When we choose to build windmills instead of grab windfalls. When we admit we need others instead of pretending we can do this alone.

The Invitation

We stand at a threshold.

The Windfall addiction has tightened to the point where we can feel it straining. The comfort that kept us numb is giving way to discomfort we can no longer ignore. The pattern is becoming visible.

This is not collapse. This is the moment before transformation.

Within Manifestinction, addiction concentrates pressure exactly where transformation wants to occur. It marks the threshold. The Oroborrealis tightens until we either break through or break down.

We're there now. As individuals. As communities. As a civilization.

And recovery—conscious, relational, collective recovery—is how we navigate the breaking without destroying ourselves in the process.

The drunk on the street corner isn't the problem. They're the visible symptom of a pattern we're all running. The solution isn't to judge them more harshly or hide our own loops more carefully.

The solution is recognition.

We are a civilization in addiction. The Windfall is the drug. And we've been chasing it so long we forgot we could choose differently.

But we can.

We can choose the Windmill. We can choose to build. We can choose recovery.

Not because it's easy. Not because we're strong. But because the pattern is now visible, the threshold is here, and the fire has never stopped burning.

The others are waiting.

All you have to do is admit you need them.

And begin.

Note: This essay builds on concepts explored in "Windmills, Windfalls, and Giants." The frameworks of the Windfall/Windmill, the Oroborrealis, and the fire all emerge from Manifestinction—a mythology exploring consciousness, transformation, and how we create reality together. Learn more at Manifestinction.com.

You glance outside at the person shaking on the corner—the one everyone sees. The addict in the open.

Here is the truth we are too comfortable to admit:

You are running the same loop.

We all are.

The difference is not the pattern.
The difference is the visibility.

The Iceberg No One Names

We are experts at spotting addiction when it is obvious.
The drunk. The gambler. The scroller at 3 a.m. who cannot stop.

But these are just the tips.
The part that breaks the surface.

The real addiction is the iceberg itself.

This is not a moral failure.
It is a structure.

And the structure has a name:
The Windfall.

Windfall as Drug

Once, I described the Windfall and the Windmill.

The Windfall: the logic of the grab, the private score, the belief that the world is a pile of things to be taken.

The Windmill: the patient, shared building of something that turns the invisible wind into light for everyone.

But I did not go far enough.

The Windfall is not just an idea.
It is an addiction.
And like all addictions, it runs on a loop that tightens each time around.

This loop has a name in my mythology: the Oroborrealis.
The serpent eating its own tail.
The pattern that feeds on the hope of escape.

We are all inside its coil.

Quixote and Sancho: The Addict and His Enabler

Don Quixote attacked a windmill because he thought it was a giant.
For 400 years we called him mad.

But Cervantes was not mocking him.
He was diagnosing him.

Quixote had been trained by stories of glory and conquest so completely, he could not recognize a windmill—a thing you build and share—as anything but an enemy.

He was not insane. He was disoriented.
And in his disorientation, he attacked the very thing that could have saved him.

Quixote is the addict.
He rages at the wrong target. He fights the symptom while the sickness—the logic that taught him—remains invisible.

Sancho Panza is the enabler.
He sees the windmill. He names it. He is the voice of common sense.
But he has no answer for why everything is falling apart.

Spain was collapsing. The empire was hollow. The money was fiction.
And Sancho, the realist, could only point and say, "Stop being ridiculous."

This is codependency at the scale of civilization.

The addict rages.
The enabler watches.
Neither can see the actual loop.
So they feed each other—the rage giving the enabler something to manage, the failed realism confirming the addict's despair.

We are both now.

Some of us rage at windmills—call them "the elite," "the system," "the other side."

Some of us watch with clear, helpless eyes, able to name the problem but not to move, because we were taught that building is naïve and hope is dangerous.

Both roles keep the addiction running.

The Comfort That Is the Cage

But there is something else here, something that makes this addiction almost impossible to see:

We are unbelievably comfortable.

I know how that sounds in a world breaking at the seams.
But it is true in a specific, devastating way:

We are rich enough to stay numb.

The Windfall does not need everyone to win.
It only needs everyone to believe they might win—and to be just comfortable enough not to risk upsetting the game.

Think:

Sancho, the enabler, does not want to lose that comfort.
To intervene is to become uncomfortable. To build is effort. To admit the pattern is to face what you've been a part of.

Quixote, the addict, does not want to lose his rage.
The fight feels like purpose. The giant gives him something to charge.

Both are blind.
Both are trapped.
And comfort is the lock on the door.

Why "Build" Is Not Enough

In my earlier call, I said: choose the Windmill. Build.

But that was incomplete.

You cannot build your way out of an addiction.
You cannot think your way out of a loop using the same mind that got you stuck.

Building is what happens in recovery.
But recovery starts somewhere else:

It starts with admission.

Only then can you turn toward something older and deeper than the grab.
Only then can you see that healing, real healing, happens in relationship—not in isolation.

The person at the recovery meeting, shaking as they speak their truth, is not broken.
They are standing exactly where the transformation wants to break through.

And so are we.

The Fire That Never Went Out

There is an older way of healing we have buried but not lost.

Before we lived in our heads—before plans, data, optimization—we healed around the fire.

When grief came, when failure came, there were others. Hands on shoulders. Voices in the dark.
The fire was not just warmth. It was the place you returned to become whole again.

The 12-step programs know this ancient truth: you cannot carry this alone.

They speak the language of steps—one, two, three—but their magic is the circle. The meeting. The sponsor who answers at 2 a.m. The ones who have walked this path before.

Healing is relational, not transactional.

And what works for one works for a community. For a town. For a civilization.

The recovery circle is a fire.
The town meeting can be a fire.
The neighborhood gathering to fix what's broken is a fire.

Anywhere people admit the pattern together, witness each other, and choose to build something that serves everyone—that is the fire.

And it has never gone out.

What Spain Did Not Have

When Cervantes wrote Don Quixote, Spain was collapsing.
The windfall of empire had been spent. The money was gone. The story was over.

They had Quixote's rage and Sancho's realism.
But they had no language for recovery.

We do.

What's happening now is not just personal.
It is civilizational.

We are a society addicted to extraction, to the chase, to the windfall that never satisfies.
We rage at windmills and enable the system with our comfort.

But recovery is possible.
Not because we are strong enough.
But because the pattern is now visible.
And the threshold is here.

Recognition Changes Everything

The Oroborrealis tightens until you see it.

The drunk on the corner is not the problem.
They are the truth-teller.
They stopped pretending the loop works.

You're running the same loop.
You're just still functional enough to hide it.

The phone in your hand. The scroll that never ends. The next purchase. The next hit of "progress."
The comfort you reach for when the emptiness rises.

This is the pattern.

And once you see it, you cannot unsee it.

That is where freedom begins.
Not because seeing fixes anything.
But because seeing is the first step toward choosing something else.

The serpent loosens when you stop feeding it.
When you turn toward the fire instead of the chase.
When you pick up a beam instead of a lance.
When you admit you need the others in the circle.

The Invitation

We are at the threshold.

The Windfall addiction has tightened to the point of fracture.
The comfort is thinning. The pattern is visible.

This is not the end.
This is the moment before the turn.

In my mythology, addiction is where the pressure gathers and where transformation wants to break through.

This is exactly where we are:
As individuals.

As communities.

As a civilization.

And as for recovery...

real,

relational,

collective recovery

It is how we walk through the "breaking" without being broken by it.

The invitation is not toward judgment.
It is towards recognition.

We are all in the same meeting.
The windfall is the drug.
The windmill is the choice.

The circle is open.
The fire is lit.

All that's missing is you.

Admit it.
And Welcome to the Beginning.

g comfortable. We are blind—Quixote and Sancho both—and we cannot see our way out alone.

But recovery is possible.

Not because we're strong enough to force it. But because the structure of recovery already exists. It's been proven. It works. And it scales.

Recognition Changes Everything

Transformation requires seeing what you've been doing.

The drunk on the corner is showing us what we're hiding.

They stopped pretending the pattern works.

They can't handle the chaos anymore. They see the mess clearly. And instead of calling the third coffee and the scrolling and the shopping "normal," they collapsed into the truth: this is unlivable.

You're running the same loop. You're just still functional enough to hide it.

The phone in your hand. The purchases you don't need. The endless scroll. The comfort you reach for when the discomfort rises. The belief that the next windfall will finally be enough.

This is the pattern.

And once you see it, you can't unsee it.

That's when recovery becomes possible. Not because seeing fixes anything. But because seeing is the first step toward choosing differently.

The Invitation

We stand at a threshold.

The Windfall addiction has tightened to the point where we can feel it straining. The comfort that kept us numb is giving way to discomfort we can no longer ignore. The pattern is becoming visible.

This is not collapse. This is the moment before transformation.

Within Manifestinction, addiction concentrates pressure exactly where transformation wants to occur. It marks the threshold. The Oroborrealis tightens until we either break through or break down.

We're there now. As individuals. As communities. As a civilization.

And recovery—conscious, relational, collective recovery—is how we navigate the breaking without destroying ourselves in the process.

The drunk on the street corner isn't the problem. They're the visible symptom of a pattern we're all running. The solution isn't to judge them more harshly or hide our own loops more carefully.

The solution is recognition.

We are a civilization in addiction. The Windfall is the drug. And we've been chasing it so long we forgot we could choose differently.

But we can.

We can choose the Windmill. We can choose to build. We can choose recovery.

Not because it's easy. Not because we're strong. But because the pattern is now visible, the threshold is here, and the fire has never stopped burning.

The others are waiting.

All you have to do is admit you need them.

And begin.

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