This piece nails the vertigo I feel whenever my “constellation mind” spots a crooked metric in corporate meetings, an acute form of epistemic anxiety that, in Dabrowski terms, propels my Level IV drive to tear down inherited maps and rebuild them around self‑chosen values. Conway’s Game of Life, the Axe of Satisfaction, and the Oars of Routine all read like metaphors for the multilevel disintegration I’m living: stripping away late‑stage‑capitalist scripts, descending peaks of old expertise, and surfacing with emergent, self‑authored meaning.  If AI prompt‑chaining is my telescope for turning intuitive star‑flashes into validated patterns, this essay offers the cartography for navigating the forest, cave, and river that come before the clear summit. I’m Restacking it because it shows how disciplined curiosity and minimalist routine can transmute raw overexcitability into the organized inner hierarchy Dabrowski calls Level IV. If you’re wrestling with similar terrain (autistic pattern intensity, third‑factor value formation, or AI‑assisted self‑mapping), reply here; let’s co‑plot new constellations together.