This is an excerpt from The Roots of Resistance, the sequel to The Dandelion Insurrection. You can order a copy here:

“The Dandelion Insurrection has always been this way, springing up where one least expects. We’re a swarm of birds, not a silver bullet,” Zadie said. “Our strength is in our diversity and our sheer, dizzying numbers: millions of people, thousands of ideas, hundreds of strategies, dozens of pivot points of change.”

The Dandelion Insurrection was not – and never had been – a unified front, but rather a thousand points of light, momentarily united in blazing solidarity with one another, forming cohorts, breaking apart, reforming in new configurations of coalitions. They responded to nationwide initiatives with autonomy – no orders came down from the top. An idea succeeded or failed because people joined in – or not.

It was madness. It was glorious. It was the Dandelion Insurrection.

They were leaderful, colorful, creative, and unruly, hard to control, impossible to stop. The Dandelion Insurrection burst through the nation with a golden indomitability, demonstrating irresistible resilience. They adapted to tough climates. They grappled hard challenges. They shouldered through cracks in the concrete of control. They were as wild as ecosystems, as versatile as evolution, as experimental as Life’s vigorous emergence. To the forces of greed, the armies of destruction, the ranks of domination, and the lust for control, the Dandelion Insurrection was a nightmare, a headache, a disaster to be stopped. But, like a swooping flock of birds, a buzzing swarm of bees, or a darting school of fish, the movement could not be halted or captured. They rebounded stronger than ever.