The further the riptide pulls you from shore, the less you believe you’re going to make it back. It’s counterintuitive to do what you’re supposed to do. Swimming toward the beach is futile. Instead, move parallel to what feels like safety. Water, like much of reality, is much stronger than you are without even trying. It has no motive but getting to even.
Remember that? It was never about revenge, but being more like water. Like temperature. Chaos is always replaced by order after the energy dissipates. That does not exclude the reality of volatility, and the inevitable result of its impassive being.