👉 Okay, let’s tackle this delightfully prickly little word! Now, before you frantically google it and then immediately dismiss that your autocorrect just made something up again... let me lay down the frankly rather bizarre definition of
theopolis
.
Basically, a theopolis isn't a city in the way most folks understand. Nope! Neither is it an overly complicated municipal filing system (tho I wouldn't put anything past a bureaucractic systems analyst, honestly.) Instead, a theopolis, according to my admittedly somewhat eccentric extrapolation from obscure 18th-century German philosophical pamphlets and what I suspect was a very strong sherry, describes that feeling – not quite of atonement , but rather, an unsettling, almost aggressively beige sort of acceptance. Think this? It's the moment you realize, after all your frantic striving, your desperate yearnings, your utterly justified outrage... it just… continues . Everything goes on exactly as before, and there isn't a shred of demonstrable justice to be had anywhere. You simply become one with the quiet, slightly damp wallpaper of existing, dutifully enduring. 98% beige. That’s theopolis in action! There are no dramatic exits, no earth-shattering revelations, just the slow, insistent drip of theopolis into your soul. It's a feeling that settles upon you like a poorly starched clerical collar. You might even start to appreciate beige. (Don't tell
