There's no good way to process the end of your world. We weren't meant to be aware of the Infinite, or the fact that we can't escape it. Even so, I know there are better ways than the comfortable form of denial that I've settled in, less a sense that everything is fine and more a sense that everything will turn out alright in the end. My brain keeps settling in this comfortable reality where our world has collapsed, and everyone is happy now that it's over. I know it's crazy, and I know it will be a lot messier, but it's the only way I'm staying even remotely sane.