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  • The Engine of Government

    Civic Reason, Metaphysical Certainty, and the Cycles of Power

    I. The Athenian Gift and the Metaphysical Decline

    Since the founding of civilization, leading to the times of Hammurabi, a civil code was imposed to herald a body of governance. Although it was initially founded to prevent bloodshed, it was through the Athenian dēmokratia that we utilized this governing body to flourish. Through the art of Solon and Pericles, we were bestowed a gift: the Athenian citizen being in control. Although this was the foundation of modern politics, it had notable consequences.

    These arose due to the fanatical obsession with religion and the sense of self-importance, shaping their perspective of politics and culminating in the terrible execution of Socrates. This marked a trend in which religion plays a major role in the obstruction of knowledge, and the beginning of the dreadful effect of its grasp on societal growth. This can be seen through the persecutions of figures like Galileo, Menocchio’s execution, and the burning of libraries, all due to the literal excavation of meaning from books written thousands of years ago. This execution was not merely a moral failure, but an early indication that when metaphysical certainty overtakes civic reason, politics begins its decline, a sad pattern that would repeat across civilizations.

    II. The Roman Vacuum: Soul vs. State

    Jesus happened to be at the center of the world, within the greatest empire of history, Rome. In an age of “False Prophets,” he understood that the tame society governed by Roman Law, tended to by Romulus and later Brutuses from the Greeks and Etruscans, needed no political law to grow, as that was already formulated to the greatest extent by the governing body, comprised of the Ciceros and Catos. Therefore, he tended to the cultivation of the soul, promising a spiritual awakening. This allowed the millions scattered helplessly throughout the Roman Empire to abide by the incessant demands of the Romans and govern themselves spiritually.

    Here, spirituality did not seek to replace politics, but to exist alongside it, filling a personal void rather than a civic one. However, Jesus alone is not Christianity. It is the collective work of Paul, mostly, who helped spread the divine message of spirituality, an odd thing considering he never met Jesus of Nazareth. This, in turn, led to the decades of persecution of Christians, from Nero to Domitian and Diocletian.

    III. The Institutionalization of Faith

    The moment divine spirituality demanded institutional authority, it ceased to be personal and became political. The spawn of a centralized body of authority, meant to dictate the teachings of someone they herald as divine, played a dominant role in the downfall of the Catholic Church. It began its thirst for power, subjecting all those who did not yield. Pope Urban II called for the Holy Crusade and provided retribution for sins committed if death was to take hold of the soul. Popes like Alexander VI utilized the position as an authoritarian, initiating the fights between bankers like the Medicis and Sforzas to secure the everlasting growth of power by controlling Europe through the Church.

    With doctrine now inseparable from governance, knowledge itself became a threat, destroying anything that conflicted with the governing body’s ideology. The rule of the Church had a devastating grip on Europe, resulting in the forgetting of the works of Aristotle, Plato, and more, only to have them later recovered and translated from the Arabs. Anything that allowed for the nurturing of the mind was branded as “heretic.” As politics and its heads all led back to the Church, Irene was deposed and replaced with Charlemagne by the then-useless and powerless pope, sparking the centuries of European hegemony.

    IV. The Crescent and the Sword

    This fusion of religion and politics was not unique to Christendom, but rather a recurring solution to political absence. Muhammad was situated in a region of barbaric tribes who barely possessed a legal code or knowledge, pagans who knew nothing but the sword. In essence, spiritual growth had not been possible, so wars were fought to defend the idea and body of Islam. However, this eternal idea failed to predict the impossibility of resolving issues such as slavery and the unwillingness to be completely subservient to a political figure. Subservience was deemed justified to be broken only if the figure was contradictory to the book, sparking an era of “religious” leaders.

    What began as unity through belief inevitably fractured under the weight of power. This era of open interpretation sparked revolutions by whoever could convince the people that words written hundreds of years ago applied to their very nature, handing more power to imams. This was demonstrated by the eventual founding of Saudi Arabia by Ibn Saud, a political figure, and Ibn Wahhab, an imam, as with Charlemagne and Leo III.

    The toleration provided by Islam was very lenient relative to the iron fist of the Christians, from the Rashidun to the Umayyad dynasties. However, the political separation that continues to plague Islam in the form of its sects, Sunni and Shia, was purely political. It was founded on the thirst for power by the relatives and friends of Muhammad, without religion being in the forefront. This was a side effect of a religion based on subservience to political leaders, as Napoleon Bonaparte claims:

    “The Qur’an is not just religious; it is civil and political. The Bible only preaches morals.”

    V. The Era of Revolution and the Rise of the Jacobins

    Once religion sanctified political violence, conflict ceased to be negotiable. Due to the Mahometan religion having tasted war, it began its conquest, ending with Andalusia and being halted at the Battle of Tours. The idea of the Turk that spread helped shape the pope’s, and therefore the Christians’, subjective view of the Muslim, eventually leading to the Reconquista and the terrible Crusades. The simplistic denomination of the mind and the subservience taught by these religions, that is, Catholicism and Islam, had been in good faith. The average or weak mind should not be allowed to govern a people, let alone themselves.

    However, since then, we have democratized learning. The Voltaires of the world are formed every minute, but still the average mind should not govern. The world unleashes its Alexanders and Napoleons once a millennium, but they too fall into hedonistic desires, causing revolutions which allow the weak and poor to rule. These become ever bloodier, away from the hands that had grown too comfortable with the sword, which they exchanged for a scepter. As with Caesar, Charles I, and Louis XVI, the unwillingness to be ruled by a constitutional power, as the Magna Carta did with John I, fosters a mad crowd, leading to bloody revolutions, as in France, Russia, and the United States.

    Louis XVI was a tyrannical maniac who was neither fit to rule, nor capable of governing a body. His narrow scope of satisfying the aristocracy while not convening the Estates General, and simply ignoring the Third Estate, running the reserves dry, and taxing his French subjects spurred the Jacobin Club to begin the revolution. It’s these times of hardship which allow the geniuses of the ages to form and be displayed on the main stage, as Cato the Younger and Cicero of the end of the Republic, Marat, Danton, and Robespierre of the French Revolution, although all these figures would consume themselves, mad with the rapid success their work was yielding, leading to extremism that denigrated their very purpose.

    VI. The Secular State and the Autocrat

    Religion has no part in politics; no religious body should be imposed in government; no law yielding to anyone but the people. As Fouché tried to eradicate clerical loyalty to the pope, and as many Founding Fathers believed the ‘Turk’ (Muslim) yielded to the Sultan rather than the state, they both sought to ensure that political allegiance would not be divided.

    The French Revolution helped eradicate the grip of the Pope on France, as did Henry VIII, allowing for the self-governance of the National Assembly, although this proved to be inefficient, yielding to tyrannical figures, Robespierre at first, Barras and his Directory next, then ultimately Napoleon, which is better than the peace of an immoral, lethargic, and slow king.

    As in Russia, where the Tsar hosted his banquets and deemed himself to be a Xerxes, the serfs were radicalized and committed many lives to tragic revolts, like those of the Decembrists, failed only due to the weakness and cowardice of its accomplices, allowing for the terrible serfdom to continue. The subservience and promise of an eternity which is better than the cruelty of the current life helps distract those exploited to forever yield to a dream of a better future, only allowing the bravest, as the Lomonosovs and the Radishchevs, to attempt to elevate, only to find the grip of the Autocrat pressing them down.

    When the grip of the Autocrat does not press down hard enough, through the cracks emerge revolutionaries. An initial glimpse of the Grand Council, drafted by Joseph Galloway, appeased to be a “Middle Way,” hoping to tie the Colonies of America with the British Crown. Many requests were made to pull away, knowing, as usual, that a man in power will never be satisfied with less, as Napoleon showed in the Hundred Days. They were pushed by Thomas Paine’s Common Sense to finally declare independence. Seized by champions such as Jefferson, Adams, Franklin, Washington, and more, the suppression of an idea only elevates it; this can be said of religion of all sorts.

    However, as monarchies, these kingdoms were linked to the idea of divine rule by the monarch, as if by providence he had been set by God to rule, leading the average man to be docile. The intellectuals, catalyzed by Gutenberg, who do not associate the metaphysical entity termed “God” with the choices of man, form ideas that are suppressed, spewing out more radicals who absorb, with their insatiable curiosity and bravery, what is frowned upon, radicalize others, as Marat, yielding blood and the eventual overthrow of the monarch, in which they abandon religion altogether.

    VII. The Zenith of Empires and the Napoleonic Model

    I have spoken to priests from the Church who believe that empires are strengthened by religion and that paganism leads to decay. I disagree, as pagan Rome reached its zenith during the pagan times, as Trajan gave way to Hadrian, and started its point of inflection shortly after Christianity was adopted. I am also not saying that Christianity was the direct cause; it was not, but the internal and external divide did not aid in the prolongation of the empire, sparking decades of feudalism between Christian Europe, leading eventually to the terrible Fourth Crusade, in which the Venetians directed the Christian soldiers to attack the Christian city of Zara, eventually leading to the sack of Christian Constantinople.

    As Napoleon managed to drift through Egypt, essentially being handed the land due to his “Islamification,” they baselessly assumed that the promised man of the Qur’an, designed to further spread the religion by conquering more land, had arrived. I find these expressions of Napoleon’s notable:

    “To look upon religions as the work of men, but to respect them everywhere as a powerful engine of government.”

    “If Bonaparte spoke as a Mussulman, it was merely in his character of a military and political chief in a Mussulman country. To do so was essential to his success, to the safety of his army, and, consequently, to his glory.”

    “His relationship with Christianity was that of a practical statesman. Religion was useful as long as it was comforting to society, but dangerous if it led to fanaticism.”

    “In India he would have been for Ali, at Thibet for the Dalai-Lama, and in China for Confucius.”

    VIII. Conclusion: The Icarus Principle

    As religion seems to have less of a grasp in the world, we are surrounded by growing radicals who are governed by outdated political systems found in these books, championing those who wield it to their benefit. Led by the growing power of religion, which has fused and tied their sense of nationalism, founded by Sieyès and the Third Estate to tie with the motherland, with their religion. The average mind is governed politically by religion, while intellectuals govern themselves, following Plato’s Republic of the Philosopher King.

    The negatives of an autocrat far outweigh the positives, while also being governed by the common man is no more appealing. The government should be comprised of the intellectuals of the age, without championing a certain figure, having a multitude of intellectuals keeping the others in check, as Metternich’s masterpiece at the Congress of Vienna. Ensuring adherence to religion must be followed, or the common man will revolt. Their taxation must be essentially fair, while also not purely attacking the wealthy, as their power is needed to continue the cycle of economic growth, as the Rothschilds with Napoleon and Great Britain, but also not allowing the bank to rule, centralizing everything around the gifted and the great of the age. Only then will a nation prosper, but this republican ideal will naturally fall into the hands of a dictator, leading to a sudden uprising, then the downfall of the nation.

    “Icarus laughed as he fell, for he knew to fall means to have soared.”

    This isn’t an argument for atheism, nor for authoritarianism; it’s an argument against sanctified, lethargic power that often stagnates the growth of the Patrie.

    I leave you with a discussion of Napoleon Bonaparte, essentially an absolutist, and Tsar Alexander, an autocrat:

    Excerpt from Napoleon: A Life by Andrew Roberts “Napoleon at Tilsit used to call the Turks ‘barbarians’ and say that they ought to be turned out of Europe, but I never intended to do so; for it was not in the interest of France that Constantinople should be in the hands of either Austria or Russia. In one of the more surreal discussions on the best form of government, the Autocrat Alexander argued for an elective monarchy, whereas Napoleon, whose crown was at least confirmed by a plebiscite, argued for an autocracy. ‘For who is fit to be elected?’ Napoleon asked. ‘A Caesar only comes along once in an age, so that the election must be a matter of chance, and the succession surely worth more than a throw of dice.’”

  • Winds

    The winds whistle and utter the truth that I know, I recall writing that poem, looking at the moon with so many to idolize.

    How do I sleep, I slept too well before, I said I was awake, but I’d never sleep again if that moment replayed.

    I hate seclusion, the bed’s too warm, but the angel of life does not lie with me.

    I’ve forgotten the sweetness of your lips, your curves, why does it feel as if death erodes you.

    The sands of time are blown away, as the winds rearrange a new story.

  • Aretean Echoes: Virtues of All the Excellence of the Past

    Last year, during one of my walks, I became captivated by the idea of the perfect human, the Übermensch. Though the notion is inherently flawed, I gathered all the traits I deemed, within reason, to be the highest expressions of human excellence and wove them into a single list. A year of biographies, reflection, and relentless curiosity later, I now offer one of those notes, long collected dust, to the light once more.

    “A prudent man should always follow in the path trodden by great men and imitate those who are most excellent, so that if he does not attain to their greatness, at any rate he will get some tinge of it.” ~ Machiavelli


    Be:

    As Hard-Working, Believing, & Ambitious as Napoleon, Caesar, & Alexander

    As Inquisitive as Socrates

    As Stoic as Aurelius

    As Frugal as Cato the Elder

    As Unyielding & Heroic as Cato the Younger

    As Just as Solon & Pericles

    As Knowing as Fouché

    As Patient & Augustan in Excellence as Augustus

    As Far-Sighted & Devoted as Diocletian

    As Loyal in Friendship as Agrippa & Belisarius

    As Cunning, Elegant, & Poker-Faced as Talleyrand

    As Patiently Calculating as Machiavelli & Metternich

    As Shrewd as Crassus

    As Revolutionary as the Gracchi & Danton

    As Eloquent as Sieyès & Cicero

    As Charismatic as Pericles & Alcibiades

    As Persuasive as Demosthenes

    As Visionary in Statecraft as Hamilton

    As Bold as Charlemagne

    As Resolute as Washington

    As Determined as Genghis Khan

    As Unifying & Political as Muhammad

    As Just & Order-Minded as Hammurabi

    As Vision-Building as Peter the Great

    As Strategic as Sun Tzu

    As Tactical as Scipio Africanus

    As Disciplined as Hannibal

    As Audacious as Cortés

    As Fearless as Leonidas

    As Brave as Khalid & Umar

    As Courageous as Napoleon’s Marshals

    As Heroic as Nelson

    As Uncompromising as Spartacus

    As Courageously Defiant in Self-Belief as Jeanne d’Arc

    As Unflinching as Marius

    As Decisive as Sulla

    As Unconquerable in Spirit as Scipio Aemilianus

    As Ruthless & Idealistic as Robespierre

    As Pious as Saladin

    As Spiritual & Forgiving as Christ

    As Devoted in Spirit as Cleopatra & Antony, Justinian & Theodora

    As Loving as Hadrian & Justinian

    As Poetic as Virgil

    As Timeless as Homer

    As Honorable as Hector

    As Dutiful as Aeneas

    As Loyal to Duty as Cincinnatus

    As Traditional as Brutus

    As Immortal in Spirit as Achilles & Alexander

    As Systematic as Adam Smith

    As Curious as Feynman, Jefferson, Einstein, Bohr, Tesla, & Newton

    As Inventive as Archimedes & Daedalus

    As Visionary as Da Vinci

    As Artistically Restless as Michelangelo & Raphael

    As Forward-Thinking as Galileo

    As Analytical as Turing

    As Innovative as Jobs

    As Observantly Patient as Darwin

    As Explorative in Mind as Al-Khwarizmi & Avicenna

    As Knowledgeable as Seneca

    As Intellectual as Descartes

    As Rational as Spinoza

    As Paradoxically Deep as Heraclitus

    As Wise as Aristotle, Plato & Solomon

    As Free-Spirited as Diogenes

    As Introspective as Nietzsche

    As Melancholically Profound as Goethe

    As Enlightened as Voltaire & Rousseau

    As Resourceful as Odysseus

    As Defensive & Protective as Hadrian

    As Beloved & Excellent as Trajan

    As Enduring as Epictetus

    As Nobly Magnanimous as Cyrus

    As Silent as Coolidge

    As Light-Hearted as Cambacérès

    As Energetically Fearless as Roosevelt

    As Alluring as Franklin

    As Tragically Romantic as Clisson & Frome

    As Napoleon Bonaparte.


  • The Photonic Self

    These past months have been spent in profound reflection, I find myself ever-evolving, growing more distant from the expectations I previously held as a prophecy, yet align myself with the deviations of the day-to-day life.

    I feel like the soul that wanders, like Pompey wandering amongst the Romans, I mingle with my thoughts and beliefs, resisting what I previously held as true, accepting what once I could not.

    Is this not the sign of growth?

    I witness myself distancing from the idea of an interventionist God, instead, I align with Voltaire and Spinoza now, this Deistic feeling encompasses my very being. A Universe in which each electron’s state could be multiple, the path integrated amongst all possible universes, yet I find myself in this now, would Feynman be proud?

    Yet ostensibly, although life seems like a grand play, it feels redundant, the acts go on, yet the audience does not applaud, the simulation has not yet ended.

    This photonic wave that I’m composed of is yet to be examined, perhaps, in questioning it, my state reveals itself, and my very beliefs are cemented in stone.

  • The Curse of Passion and Desire for Companionship

    I started writing and composing this in January, I stumbled upon it recently, edited it, and decided to release it as I feel like it describes the situation I find myself in now,

    The older I get, the more love feels like a wound I cannot close. I’ve begun to feel, in the most zealous way, feelings of love engulf my very existence, yet it’s wreathed by my constant melancholy. What a curse it is to be passionate!

    To love so quickly, so deeply, maybe it’s the ennui that fuels this perpetual sensation, this romanticism that this trajectory of my life follows, one of Romeo, plunges me in everlasting despair. To have the scale so lopsided introduces the passion of sadness and uncertainty. What love is it if the rope is not being continuously pulled by both parties? But how sweet its fruit when loved as passionately!

    As time progresses, I realize the maze that I find myself in leads me continuously to these dead ends, plunging me ever deeper and closer to suffocation. Never do I have to ask my Josephine to write me back, yet as she treads infinitely in my mind, I faintly appear in hers.

    And yet, I continue to write, not for a response, not for recognition, but to exorcise this passion that ever is embedded within me. Started as a blog to share ideas and interests, it has succumbed to the feelings that plague me with this doom. Yet, I hold out for my Juliet, my Hephaestion, that’ll reach out and attune mine, aligning it with their harmony. Is this not what it means to live passionately? To feel everything all at once? To collapse beneath the weight of your own heart?

    The disdain that the soul feels when the passion of love is imbalanced eats at the very logos that the very being follows. As my letters remain unanswered, my thoughts plague my mind, harboring the sadness that I can’t escape. Where is my Besseries, my Ducos, my Patroclus?

    Perhaps, though, it is the absence of ties to my own family that has left me seeking love with such destructive intensity. Without the warmth of a hearth to return to, I cast my love outward, hurling it like Alexander reaching for a new world to conquer. I place my heart into friends and a lover as though they were my only council, my Lafayette, my Livia Drusilla, my Cicero, each one a pillar I hope might hold me upright. But like an overstrained beam under cyclic loading, I find myself suffering from emotional fatigue, fracturing slowly under the repeated stress of unmet affection.

    Although I may have once agreed, I now rebuke Schopenhauer’s description of love. Yet, in love, there exists a possibility in the degradation of a man’s soul and ambition. I try to allow my ambition to elevate me above the idea of companionship, but in this task, I have failed.

    Those solitary moments that I had previously treasured have become detrimental to my mental state. I find myself wandering to never spend a second in the place I call home, meandering aloof without a purpose, without a goal in mind.

    I remain unguided by logic and reason, yet my soul desires a passion as fervent as mine, a certainty in this uncertain life. Or will this melancholy abandon me of this, moving me to the next?

    Am I cursed to roam Tartarus with no other?

    Am I cursed to harbor this eternal sadness and Stygian gloom?

    Am I cursed to forever think about myself, doomed to suffer Machiavelli’s fate?

    Did Dido not feel this too as she plunged Aenaes’ sword ever deeper?

    Why hide it? Why hold back? To suffer greater blows?
    Did he groan when I wept? Even look at me? Never!
    Surrender a tear? Pity the one who loves him?
    What can I say first? So much to say. Now,
    neither mighty Juno nor Saturn’s son, the Father,
    gazes down on this with just, impartial eyes.
    There’s no faith left on earth!”

    As Virgil says:
    “omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori.”

    “Love conquers all; let us too, yield to love”

  • Solitary Tetrations

    Recently, I caught myself thinking about who I am as a person, what I want, and where I’m heading. The uncertainty of life lingers, and I immerse myself in these fictitious alternate realities, only to have them shatter when confronted by present-day events.

    I’ve met people whom I believe share some unity with my soul, but revealing my inner thoughts has rarely helped me forge or maintain friendships. Now I wander through life alone: family and personal issues compel me toward self-reliance, and although I often seek comfort in others, I’m invariably disappointed.

    Days feel repetitive, leading to the gradual decay of my spirit, the light that once ignited my very being. The truth is inescapable: I’m unhappy with where I am, terrified of what the future may hold, and feel woefully unprepared for life’s challenges.

    I have always been a man who understood exactly what he wanted, yet now I wonder if those ambitions are even attainable.

    The compounding rate of change accelerates exponentially. What will the world look like twenty or thirty years from now? What will become of the very essence of the soul?

    Late at night, my mind wanders to the unknown: love, loneliness, death. I haven’t slept through an entire night in years, plagued by the relentless proliferation of my thoughts.

    I turned 21 the other day, and it felt strange not to celebrate with some of those I hold dearest. A year closer to death, yet none of my actions has yielded any meaningful result, an opaque representation of Mehmed & Alexander.

    My ambition elevates me above the crowd, but my desire to be loved drags me back down. I’m driven by a radical, almost delusional self-belief—and even now I wonder what iterations I must undergo to reach my goals. I’ve always set attainable objectives, but every achievement is followed by a creeping sense of failure.

    I am never satisfied: does this restlessness elevate me, or plunge me into depression? This melancholy often outweighs my ambition.

    The delta of this past year has been the greatest of my life, so has the instability I feel as I continue to grow older. Only time will tell whether meaning and self-belief will anchor me to my existence, or whether they will slip from my grasp, abandoning this delusion that acts as the nootropic keeping me here.

    Superintelligence is near, we are at the cusp of being ordained second-class citizens to machines which do not feel, do not love, and do not care. A numerically-functioning space holds the encryption key to tetration, of which we may be excluded.

    Always alone among men, I come home to dream by myself and to give myself over to all the forces of my melancholy.” – On Suicide.

  • Conformity and the Burden of Self-Awareness

    In the game of life, where we all sit around awaiting our deaths, we often feel conformed by the actions of those around us. We stray from our hobbies and passions to mold ourselves to fit the pretense that the world around us creates. We are tethered by thoughts of family, the environment we inhabit, and friendships where the feeling of altruism is not always reciprocated. We become a subset of our surroundings, chaining those of us who are mutually exclusive inward.

    Eventually, we all experience that awakening -where we realize the passions that once defined our very character and ignited our souls. In this very epiphany and revelation we are prompted between continuation and a premature termination, in which the perpetuation involves constant suffering, leading to some form of crazed genius, while in the cessation of the constant chase of meaning, we often experience true feelings of happiness.

    Just as Skinner believed that behavior is shaped by the environment, we often react by constructing an internal world of our own. In this world, we adopt an idealized view of life—optimistic if we’re deluded enough, pessimistic if we’re influenced enough.

    It takes a form of delusion to be happy in a world that demeans the ordinary and attracts us to the fabricated image of a perfect life. This creates a population of unhappy, non-creative followers, where entrepreneurship becomes a goal in itself, rather than a natural byproduct of passion and ingenuity.

    We are constantly engaged in the Game Theory, not realizing that we’ve based our entire idea of success on paper rather than innovation. Too often, we sacrifice our happiness for a meaningless symbol, creating a generation of followers who deepen the divide between the Lumpenproletariat, the Vagrants, the Tycoons, and the Plutocrats. In where we are controlled by our data, distracted by it, and exploited by our weaknesses which mold us into their vision of conformity.

    As this excerpt puts it:

    My life is a burden, because I taste no pleasure, and because, for me, everything is wearisome. My life is a burden, because I live, and must probably always live, with men whose thoughts and manners are as different from mine as the silver moonlight is different from the light of the sun. I cannot, then, follow the only manner of living that could make life bearable for me, whence it follows that I feel aversion for everything.”

  • Eurydice

    People turn on you just like the wind

    Everybody is a fair-weather friend

    In the end, you’re better off alone

    Any way the wind blows.

  • AI

    I spend my time reading about Sama & Demis and how Singularity is upon us. My thoughts of optimism are overshadowed by the constant thought of what this God can do.

    Only time will tell, SuperIntelligence may be the end.

  • Les années turbulentes de la France

    What is nationalism—the congruency of the political and national unit—the ideology embodied in the Great French Revolution, when the Third Estate realized its significance in shaping a history once believed to be controlled solely by the elite?

    In the flawed Ancien Régime, where the clergy and nobility enjoyed a luxurious life at the expense of the masses, an idea was born—a nation governed by the general will, not by nobility, clergy, or aristocracy. Decades of financial ruin, social stratification, and economic crises—including those arising from the financing of the American Revolution, which strained the foundations of the French monarchy—unbolted the door to the collective resentment of the people, allowing the Revolution to emerge from within.

    When the enlightened thinkers of the Age—Voltaire, Rousseau, Montesquieu—challenged traditional authority and promoted ideas of rational governance, individual rights, and equality, the Third Estate, feeling betrayed by a government that once defined the identity of their homeland and lay at the heart of centralized empires, was fueled by hatred toward the self-appointed deities among its leaders. Louis XVI’s persistent ignorance of his people’s political affairs, compounded by indulgence in frivolous extravagances that contributed to the deterioration of both his mind and the state, deepened the crisis. His continual negligence—allowing taxes to burden the populace, disregarding the lessons of the Servile Wars that had taught the Romans the limits of control over the oppressed masses—and the constant mockery by figures like the frivolous Marie Antoinette, set the stage for the birth of a nation.

    A nation unites when knowledge is disseminated. The education of the masses narrowed the gap between the Third Estate and the clergy, and in the shadow of the Renaissance and Europe’s hearth, the Enlightenment ignited a passion for the arts and education. Further fanning the flames were the writings of great men—such as the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen, championed by figures like Lafayette, and Sieyès’ analysis of the Third Estate—which helped shape the goals of the National Assembly. When freedoms were further curtailed and the Tennis Oath was formalized, it set the ticking time bomb that would lead to the demise of the monarchy. Had Louis relinquished some of his power as King John had been forced to do with the Magna Carta, settled taxation issues, and most importantly, attended to the needs of the people he governed, the fall of the monarchy might have remained a possibility rather than an inevitability.

    The storming of the Bastille significantly bolstered the people’s will and determination. Louis XVI’s continual failures and hesitancy to exercise the power at his disposal—either to suppress the revolution or to support its transformative ideas—contributed to his downfall. In contradiction to Machiavelli’s principles and by playing to all sides of the revolutionary conflict, his actions ultimately validated Robespierre’s dictum: “Louis must die because the patrie must live.” The nation is the embodiment of the people; all individuals are subservient to the nation, which is governed by the general will. Thus, people must adhere to the general will to nurture the nation.

    Restriction and anarchy give rise to extremism. The writings of Marat—and his subsequent elevation to martyrdom—further ignited the rebellious spirit of the masses. Meanwhile, the executions of Louis and Marie, carried out under the revolutionary regime influenced by Robespierre, served to solidify the goal of nation-building. Yet, his own descent into lunacy and anxiety—a replica of Emperor Domitian—precipitated the Reign of Terror. This escalation, which saw the execution of Danton and the excessive use of the guillotine, ultimately fueled the republic’s animosity toward its erstwhile savior and leader, turning the blade against him and sparking the Thermidorian Reaction that ended his rule.

    While hedonistic excesses became widespread, military responses to defend the nascent republic from its adversaries became imperative. As Kellermann secured the republic’s continuity against Austrian influence, it paved the way for a meritocratic era and prosperity. However, owing to its militaristic foundation, it also facilitated the rise of commanding generals—such as Bernadotte, Macdonald, and most importantly, Napoleon.

    Ambition binds a man to a higher purpose, instilling in him the belief that he controls the very simulation of his existence. The unchecked rise of a lower-class nobility enabled his seizure of power during the Coup of 18 Brumaire. By recognizing the militaristic errors of the republic, embracing Enlightenment ideals and the desires of the masses, and exploiting his connections alongside the Directory’s negligence in curbing the emergence of a direct rival, he paved the way for his coronation as Emperor—of the French, not France—thereby creating the illusion of continuity with the republic while marshaling the generals who had once saved it.

    Yet, as if scripting his own destiny, Napoleon—who had once criticized men driven solely by ambition—became so deluded by his own that he precipitated the degradation of the nation’s vitality and, consequently, its general will. By centering power around himself, he ultimately became a target of global opposition. With the interventions of Hardenberg, Metternich, and finally Wellington, the Great Emperor’s reign came to an end. Thus concludes the turbulent era of the land that birthed the idea of a nation—one in which the people are melded into the general will, aligning with what benefits the nation, for the very existence they cherish is wholly possessed by it.

    Just as Caesar’s “the republic is nothing, a mere name without body or form.”

    Napoleon achieved what Caesar could not.

  • Fate of Love

    We went too far in our thinking and forgot that destinies are written.

  • Alexander Wept

    And Alexander wept, seeing as he had no more worlds to conquer.

  • Fading of Memory

    Some days, it’s like it was all a dream, while others, the vivid dream comes to haunt the existence I am in. I forget you most days, yet on some nights, I tend to remember your laugh and smile. I seek in others what I had in you. Woe to me, my only life seems to be far away from this “home”. Take me with you far away, let us wander the nightly streets again.

    Will this haunt me forever, please say it ain’t so.

    I long await to find my Josephine, may she allow me to forget the pains of the past.

  • On Suicide

    As I was getting my reading done throughout the day, I came across this text written by Napoleon when he was 16-17 (I frankly do not remember), and felt like it was a worthwhile read, Enjoy.

    Solitary amidst men I return to my room to think alone and to abandon myself to my melancholy. Where does it lead me today? Towards death.

    In the springtime of life, I may hope to live long. I have been absent from my country six or seven years. What pleasure shall I have in four mouths in seeing once more my companions and my parents? Can I not conclude, from the sweet sensations awakened by the remembrance of my childhood, that my happiness will be complete? What mad fellow urges me on to self-destruction? But what can be done in this world? Since I have to, is it not better to kill myself? If I was over sixty years of age I would respect the prejudices of my fellow-creatures, and would wait patiently for nature to accomplish its work; but since I commence to experience unhappiness, and since nothing gives me pleasure, why should I endure days in which I succeed in nothing?

    How far men are from nature! How cowardly, vile, and cringing they are! What is the spectacle I shall witness in mv country? Fellow-countrymen loaded with chains, all trembling, kissing the hand that oppresses them. They are no longer brave Corsicans animated by heroic virtues, and the enemies of tyrants, luxury, and base courtesans. Proud and full of the noble consciousness of his own personal importance, a Corsican was formerly happy. If he had I occupied his day in transacting public business, the night was spent in the tender arms of a dearly-loved wife; his reason and his enthusiasm obliterated all the troubles of the day, tenderness and nature rendered the night comparable to that of gods. But with liberty those happy days have vanished like a dream. Frenchmen Not content with having despoiled us of all we loved, you have corrupted our manners.

    The present condition of my country, and my powerlessness to change it, are additional reasons for me to leave a land where I am obliged by duty to praise men whom I ought by virtue to hate. When I arrive in my country how am I to act, and what am I to do? When the mother country has ceased to exist a good citizen should die. If I had to destroy but one man in order to deliver my fellow-countrymen I would start at once. I would plunge the avenging dagger up to the hilt in the breast of the tyrant.

    My life is a burden, because I taste no pleasure, and because, for me, everything is wearisome. My life is a burden, because I live, and must probably always live, with men whose thoughts and manners are as different from mine as the silver moonlight is different from the light of the sun. I cannot, then, follow the only manner of living that could make life bearable for me, whence it follows that I feel aversion for everything.

  • Inner Beliefs

    Forced into introversion, I spent most of my time alone. I hated every second of it, yearning for a brother. After that dream was shattered by a miscarriage, I longed for someone to fill that role. Since I was not close to my siblings, I forged bonds with people I considered closer to me than my own blood. I read about Hephaestion, about how people in antiquity always had others who were fiercely loyal to them. I sought that same loyalty with all my will, forming friendships that ultimately crumbled—either I drifted away, or they did. My expectations, my relentless imposition of ideals, ruined the very bonds I so desperately sought.

    At some point, I resigned myself to the idea that it would never happen. Then I fell in love. But the timing was cruel, and my depression only made it worse. In my despair, I clung to them, desperate to spend every minute together. Blinded by love, I abandoned my ambitions, chasing a hedonistic illusion. Yet, as the spark faded, so did we. I failed to see how my melancholy was pushing them away. Instead, I felt unloved, and because of our inability to communicate, I continued to hurt both myself and them, slowly tearing apart the foundation we had built. My obsession with the future robbed me of the present, and my attempts to control it only drove me further into the abyss. Unwilling to leave, it continued eating my health away, almost suffering from a heart attack couple months back.

    Now, I sit here, severing ties with those unwilling to match my loyalty, blind to the love I still receive because I compare it to what once was. The sad truth is that every person who was once closest to me is now a distant stranger.

    What a life. I feel happier now, yet sometimes, I wish I could go back—back to stop myself from crying in the bathtub, back to stop myself from tethering my soul to the ambitious men of the past.

  • Marcus & Petra

    From his earliest memories, Marcus believed himself destined by the gods—a creation marked by an almost divine purpose, towering in spirit above others. This belief enveloped his imagination, tying him to legends of old and filling him with awe for the excellence they represented. But his sense of superiority often left him isolated from those who also walked beneath the heavens. Driven by a thirst for glory, he idolized figures like Caesar and Achilles, mirrored Odysseus, and became a student of the ancients. Historians, philosophers, the continuous cultivation of the mind—these were his passions, yet even those closest to him never shared this trait. His idealistic visions left him more and more alone, dreaming of a perfect world he could share, yet ultimately feeling abandoned. Though he hated solitude, he also could not bring himself to connect with those he deemed of a lesser cloth.

    Walking through the Florentine countryside—the same soil that bore Machiavelli—Marcus took in the lustrous greenery, the music, and the graceful movement of the women. He admired from afar, believing Providence itself would place him at the center in due time. Beneath the warm sunlight, which bronzed his skin, he watched the carefree women laughing and dancing, reminded of his younger self, before he was consumed by thoughts of the heavens, ambition, and the torments that had cast him into cycles of melancholy. This melancholy shadowed him constantly, an unseen hand pulling him toward despair. He craved a hand to lift him out, yet even those he held closest seemed indifferent to his silent plea, leaving him stranded, abandoned by family, friends, and, it seemed, the world itself.

    In surrender to this solitude, Marcus fell into a dull existence that sapped his strength and stole his spirit, driving him to the brink of darkness. Yet, he held onto life out of reverence for his idols, madly convinced they watched over him. Perhaps it was this very madness that kept him from sinking entirely into despair—or perhaps it only anchored him deeper. Still, he clung to life, though he had long abandoned truly living.

    One day, as Marcus wandered the busy streets of Florence, captivated by the creations of mankind, he longed to be as carefree and content as those around him. While passing through the bustling bazaar, a woman took an unexpected step backward, falling gracefully into his arms. Their eyes met, and he found himself captivated by the emerald of her gaze, her pale skin, and her ample form. A mademoiselle of rare charm. Her cheeks flushed ruby red, betraying her shyness as she murmured apologies, introducing herself as Petra. The encounter left Marcus enchanted, replaying the moment over and over, imagining all the ways he could have acted, analyzing the outcomes, and chastising himself for not responding as ideally as he wished. He returned to that spot countless times, hoping to catch a glimpse of the goddess he had imagined—a figure of perfection, of warmth and vitality.

    It was as if Providence had betrayed him, withdrawing her from his arms, his emotions had torn him from his Destiny, he continued the search for her, never forgetting the eyes she met him with. It was only as the years went by, in which he abandoned his mission, and started existing in the tumultuous world. As he was sitting in Amantium Conventus, Florence’s famed coffee shop, he as usual tried to run away from singularity and surrounded his outskirts with all the joy and simplicity of his environment. It was then he was approached by a Pearly-smile, as he met her green gaze, he instantly found himself witnessing Petra, what a marvel she was! She had remembered him all these years, and called him by name, smiling in her awkward way.

    He froze, years of planning had proven ineffective, he had tried to control nature, not knowing nature could control him. Petra had given him a soft kiss on the cheek, flustered by this, he held her hand, smiling back, standing up to reveal his towering stature, and felt the gush of Love strike him. He was an ambitious man, hating harangue and platitudes, which made their first conversation about the philosophy of life, and the future to which Marcus always looked. Marcus had viewed women as a deformed model of Man, of which Prometheus had inperfected. However now, he felt her superiority over him, as she constantly drew him in, he embraced her tug, and allowed himself for the first time, to succumb to the Power of Love.

  • Commandments 1.5

    Recently, I’ve delved deeply into Nihilism and its philosophical relatives, Existentialism and Absurdism. While intriguing, I found their premises somewhat wanting. My perspective might seem in stark contrast, but I’m not only here to establish a new doctrine—but to address and counter existing ones. An ideology, like a tree, once rooted, branches out extensively. To eradicate it, one must address its roots. These philosophies largely revolve around the absence of divine presence in a world devoid of religious belief, sidestepping what Albert Camus termed “philosophical suicide”. Yet, I’ll leave theological discussions about God’s existence to clerics. Instead, my aim is to philosophically challenge these viewpoints.

    Our entry into this world is shrouded in ignorance—neither aware of the past nor the future. This lack of knowledge underscores our insignificance in the vast cosmic theater. Yet, every entity, be it as minuscule as an ant or as immense as a celestial body, plays a vital role. Remove ants or mosquitoes, and entire ecosystems falter. This suggests that essence does, indeed, precede existence. Each of us, regardless of our magnitude, contributes to the grand narrative of Earth. At our core, our essence gravitates towards benevolence, guiding us on our journey, whether it’s directed by divinity or driven by knowledge, all to leave Earth slightly better than we found it. But it’s the self-crafted “impetus” that fuels our ambitions, propelling us to realms previously thought unreachable. In essence, while humanity inherently seeks goodness and yearns to leave a benevolent mark, it’s the impetus that empowers us to manifest these ideals. Thus, in this framework, essence preludes existence, and existence gives way to impetus.

    A nihilist’s outlook, in my view, borders on self-defeat. A life devoid of purpose or aim portends despair. If one’s belief system omits a higher power, it often accentuates the looming inevitability of death. But why squander our roles on the majestic stage of life? When every tree, every sunbeam fulfills its cosmic duty, why do some humans disrupt this harmonious cycle, becoming prisoners of their own minds?

    Within human existence, autonomy is an inherent gift, offering individuals the capacity to make independent choices. This gift, however, remains intricately linked to the collective good of mankind, as a moral tether that guides the trajectory of decisions. Through the dynamic interplay with external events and forces, this tether can loosen, allowing the individual’s autonomous will to unfurl and shape their path. Thus, human agency is sculpted not only by internal desires but also by the reactions of the world, untethering free will and forging a profound connection between personal autonomy and the evolving landscape of experience.

    From birth until the full maturation of the brain, a person’s internal motivations are often sculpted by external influences. Paramount among these are the roles that parents play, imprinting their ideologies, beliefs, and even the nascent spark of individual impetus. Yet, as the brain develops and individuals begin to act and react to their surroundings, many begin to critically assess these inherited convictions.

    The Socratic method becomes a tool for some during this stage, allowing them to challenge and reformulate their beliefs. It’s often during these transformative years that many are perceived as rebellious or “problematic.” This is a period marked by the abandonment of imposed moralities and the forging of one’s personal ethos. It’s a rite of passage where inherited beliefs are cast aside in favor of self-defined principles.

    However, only those lacking resilience remain tethered to the precepts of their predecessors. Even so, it’s essential to recognize that personal beliefs, often perceived as internally generated, are invariably shaped by external factors, be they societal norms, cultural imprints, or environmental circumstances. True tranquility, it seems, is found when one can extricate oneself from these external pressures, allowing for a genuine introspection, a mastery of self, and the attainment of a harmonious existence.

    Throughout the annals of history, the law has been an instrumental tool, a framework attempting to regulate human behavior and ensure societal cohesion. But a cursory examination of historical trajectories suggests that laws alone are insufficient to create a thriving society.

    Let’s consider the ever-evolving nature of legal codes. From the ancient edicts of Hammurabi to our modern-day constitutions, legal systems have undergone continual revision and refinement. If laws were the singular pillars of societal well-being, why then did they demand constant amendment? The answer lies in the dynamic nature of human societies and the underlying premise that the essence of ‘good’ is a fluid concept, not entirely modifiable.

    While laws set boundaries for actions deemed unacceptable, they don’t necessarily inculcate values or promote genuine ethical behavior. They serve as deterrents, punishing transgressions rather than fostering a culture of inherent goodness. Without an underlying moral compass, laws become mere stopgaps. It is the individual’s internal sense of ‘good’ that fills the gaps where the law may be silent, ambiguous, or even lagging.

    Moreover, laws often play catch-up to societal norms and ethics. If we relied solely on legal codes to dictate morality, societal progression would stagnate. It was the intrinsic understanding of justice, fairness, and equality—our innate sense of ‘good’—that championed causes like civil rights, long before the legal systems caught up.

    In essence, for a society to not just survive but thrive, it requires a symbiotic relationship between codified laws and the intrinsic morality of its populace. While laws provide the structural backbone, it’s the pervasive spirit of goodness, the inherent desire to do right by oneself and others, that imbues a society with life, propelling it forward. The continued evolution of laws, from Hammurabi’s era to today, is a testament to this intricate dance between external regulation and internal morality.

  • Commandments 1.4

    Having spent time with family abroad, I notice the masks most people wear, whether to impress others or make themselves more likable. Do we loathe ourselves to such an extent that we seek comfort in the approving thoughts of others? It’s common to repeat the same discussions in family gatherings – the fast passage of time, ourselves, and worst of all, other people. I often remain silent and disinterested when such topics arise, and I’ve been criticized for it. While I must admit that the subject matter of our conversation was not immediately captivating for me, I made a conscious effort to engage and discern its underlying psychological perspective. It highlighted an intriguing facet of human nature: our inherent tendency not only to navigate our personal journeys but also to venture into others’. This underscores the prevailing inclination many possess to form opinions about virtually every aspect of others’ lives.I’ve been advised to maintain a smile, to leave a positive impression, but why should I? Is my presence and thoughts not sufficient? Am I expected to smile and nod as people defame others? I’ve encountered those who have insulted me behind my back, doubted my social abilities, yet I’m still expected to greet them warmly, as if I am oblivious to their true nature. 

    Why should my father hold his siblings in higher esteem than his spouse? Is it not absurd to prioritize someone you were born with, over someone you chose, influenced, and built a family with?

    Albert Camus proposes that life is inherently absurd, and any search for a definitive purpose is in vain. Camus suggested that we must envision Sisyphus, the mythic figure doomed to eternally push a rock uphill, as content. The absurd hero acknowledges life’s absurdity and finds purpose in rebelling against it. I consider his ideas, yet I challenge them, accepting a middle ground between Stoicism, Confucianism, and Islam. After all, what is a religion but a philosophical text involving a deity?

    I conclude this chapter with a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt, “Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”

  • Commandments 1.3

    At the heart of our being, we frequently dive into our inner self to comprehend the essence of our existence, notably during periods of despair and desperation. In this era of pervasive social media, we are nurtured to assume that we are destined to be the monarch of the collective, only to realize we are merely another industrious worker bee. Our pursuits in life vary dramatically: while figures like Crassus embody our chase for wealth, stories like Romeo and Juliet exemplify our quest for love. Meanwhile, a few seek to merely be good, live an honorable life akin to Marcus Aurelius and Antoninus Pius. We are blessed with the privilege of being on this grand stage which we call life, yet we often belittle ourselves. We often compare ourselves and tarnish our blessings, plundering our souls. We are familiar with the saying, “comparison is the thief of joy,” yet as humans, we still fall into the trap of comparison.

    As a child, I often pondered the merit of comparison. I inclined towards it, arguing that without comparison, a person’s brilliance and skill cannot fully radiate on the grand stage. Although we humans have an abundance to offer, we settle for so much less. It’s often through comparison that we ascend to the greatest heights. However, not all comparisons are created equal. Some yield envy, animosity, and displeasure. Yet, as men, we should compare to recognize our potential, to see what more we can achieve. If Bill Gates and Steve Jobs hadn’t possessed the drive and tenacity to outshine each other, the world would be dramatically different. We should hold onto the type of comparison that uplifts us, motivates us to do better, and discard all other forms, as they are toxins that corrupt the mind and damage the soul.

    While some soar beyond the heavens, there are those who dedicate their lives to partying, video games, and other pursuits in the name of happiness. These individuals are misguided, and those who surround themselves with such people are even more so, for a person is often the product of their environment. Just as no single tree stands out in a vast field or no individual leaf on a branch, why then do we spend our time with those who don’t uplift or inspire us?”

    Do we expend our fleeting time on this planet merely in pursuit of happiness? Should we not reserve that for the afterlife, focusing our efforts on the test at hand? Strive for the finish line, accomplish what you can with the utmost focus, and circumvent distractions. As Seneca reminds us, it’s not that we have a short time to live, but that we squander much of it. Imagine if we replaced all our time spent on frivolities like video games, movies, and even reading – which can also serve as a distraction – with learning and acting on that knowledge, as it is only through action which leaves a print marking humanity. Just as a society does not thrive by the writing of laws, but by ensuring they’re upheld by its citizens.

    Just like society writing of laws, we should aim to construct a code of law for ourselves, a life guide we strive to abide by. As long as we honor our god and stay true to our code, what is there to lament? Our purpose is to become the best possible version of ourselves, and the rewards will follow.

    Similarly, it’s incumbent upon us to forge a personal code of ethics, a beacon to guide our lives. By honoring our beliefs and being true to our code, we find purpose. But, a challenge remains: defining this code. Stoics hold virtue as the supreme good, while existentialists contend that existence precedes essence, emphasizing individual freedom.  What I believe however is that In positing a framework for human ethics and behavior, it is essential to recognize the primacy of individual existence. Each person must prioritize actions that resonate with their intrinsic self-interest, recognizing that they are the central figure in their own life narrative. Nevertheless, this self-centric approach should be tempered by a commitment to the broader good. Actions should, as a general principle, strive to propagate goodness, even if they result in minor discomfort or harm to others. Such actions are justifiable provided the cumulative benefit substantially outweighs the detriment. It is crucial, however, that one does not endanger or significantly harm oneself in this pursuit, as each individual’s life experience is unique and paramount. Furthermore, an existential acknowledgment of life’s transient nature and the inevitability of death is imperative. We must view death as a natural culmination—an eternal rest—and frame our lives with the understanding of its impending certainty. In essence, our ethical compass should champion the dual objectives of individual well-being and collective welfare, all while remaining grounded in the existential truths of our existence. 

    While Ryan Holiday and Plato might find this approach overly ‘egotistical,’ I contend that a life overly preoccupied with the thoughts and affairs of others lacks depth and substance. By harmoniously blending self-interest with a genuine concern for the greater good, one not only grounds their ego but also finds the wings to ascend to unparalleled heights.

  • Commandments 1.2

    God, from the dawn of time to the present day, has been the most debated and controversial concept this wondrous universe has known. The belief in a supreme being who weaves the tapestry of life and time, not only giving birth to us, but crafting all that we perceive, study, cherish, despise, and marvel at—this notion of an omnipotent creator is a matter of great dispute. Friedrich Nietzsche often declared, “God is dead,” and saw the decline of religion as a crucial step towards human advancement. Similarly, Jean-Paul Sartre argued that humans were responsible for shaping their own meaning and purpose in life, claiming the idea of God was a human invention with no objective basis for belief.

    As we examine ourselves—humans, animals, even the very earth beneath our feet—could it truly be nature that connected our organs with blood vessels? Could the cosmos, the stars, suns, moons, and planets we observe through magnificent telescopes have been brought into existence by the “Big Bang”? The renowned philosophers of ancient Greece posited the existence of a “Divine Power” during an era when polytheism was widespread. Ralph Leo contended that societies crumble when their faith in God wanes, but both the Roman and Chinese empires thrived under polytheism and atheism. The relationship between religion and societal progress eludes me. Leo, a Christian himself, would often deride his homeland, the United States, and urge us to embrace Islam as the true path. His hypocrisy was not lost on me.

    I have frequently pondered the existence of God, debating from both perspectives, and always emerged victorious. Is it the very nature of God’s existence, or the scope of His power, that renders this subject so enigmatic and confounding, a realm of knowledge that lies beyond any of us? In truth, I find myself believing in a higher power, a God, Allah. Yet, I must ask why I sin. Just today, I transgressed the bounds of religion and succumbed to lust. They say God is most forgiving, but do we exploit this trait to defy the Almighty? Or is it the corrupting influence of temptation, the devil’s desires, that propel us toward such iniquitous acts?

    Marcus Aurelius frequently exhorted us to heed the gods and offered them the most profound gratitude in the opening chapter of his Meditations. However, his gods differ from ours, deities that are now scorned and ridiculed, branded as madness. We know that history has a penchant for repetition. As atheism gains traction, will our God be mocked in the days to come? Or will we falter so profoundly as a society that we are plunged into darkness, with God as the beacon illuminating our path toward a new golden age?

    Texts like these often face derision and get labeled as heresy, with most people hastily branding you a pagan for questioning the existence of God. I dislike being categorized with others who share my beliefs, fearing that by aligning with them, I diminish myself. Yet, as humans, we are meant to collaborate and foster symbiotic relations. We exist in an era where we, as Arabs, verbalize much yet contribute little, descending from our golden age. Even though most of us are believers, we produce few thinkers. Ralph often discussed the link between philosophy and religion and how they work together to shape an ideal society. He frequently spoke about how Al-Ghazali lit the fuse to a ticking bomb and initiated the downfall of the Islamic empire through the abandonment of philosophy. “Couldn’t God have saved them, they worshipped Him, while the bloodthirsty Mongols slaughtered them?” I often ponder the same.

    I recall a conversation with Nevaeh, an atheist. She argued that if God existed, atrocities like rape would not occur, and innocent children would not be murdered. Is life truly a test? How are humans so exquisitely flawed? How do we grow up thinking, feeling, and suffering in similar ways? Our shared wiring only further supports the notion of a single creator. Are we really so different from one another?

    Despite contributing to the empire’s downfall, Al-Ghazali is still considered one of the most significant theologians and philosophers in Islamic history. He was labeled as the very thing he detested. Have we strayed so far from our scholarly pursuits as a religion? Have we forsaken mathematics, reasoning, philosophy, and reading all for the belief in a god? How can everyone believe their religion is the truth if they differ so significantly from one another? Most scientists challenge the existence of a god since their job is to prove nature’s laws that define our world and the scattered galaxies of our universe. Yet, I believe that science further validates the existence of a god, a higher power who created something so perfect that every creation has an explanation or a formula. However, while most phenomena can be explained, many mysteries remain unsolved. As time progresses, we, as humans, will advance and solve the riddle of earth and nature.

    Death is a paradoxically both beautiful and ugly thing that looms over our world. Despite its naturalness, we fear it. I often worry that my own or my parents’ deaths will occur before I achieve something significant. But why should I feel this way? Am I working and learning solely for their benefit, or for the greater good?

    Aging is also a beautiful part of life that God has bestowed upon us. I find the wrinkles and lines on a person’s face to be fascinating, as they tell a story of the endurance of time. Yet, why do we try to hide them with expensive treatments and hair dyes? Why do we run from aging as if it is unnatural? Our prophet advised us not to dye our hair black, perhaps as a reminder to accept our fate and move with the times.

    I agree with Francis Collins that studying nature can help us appreciate the wonders of God’s creation. However, I still have many questions about God and his existence. I take solace in Socrates’ famous quote, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”

    When I hear stories from religious texts like the Torah, Bible, or Quran, such as the tales of Noah, Solomon, and David, I wonder if they actually occurred on our planet or in a separate timeline or parallel universe. If these miracles happened in our time, would we see them as such, or simply dismiss them as tricks of the eye? This perspective doesn’t diminish my faith in God, but rather offers a unique viewpoint. It makes me wonder if other civilizations in the vast expanse of the universe were given the same lessons and prophets as we were.

    I often engage in the Socratic Method when pondering these topics, asking myself questions and having dialogues from different perspectives. I search for answers that elude me, even turning to AI for help.

    As an Arab, I feel like we are in the minority in a world where the West dominates and God has been abandoned by many. We see ourselves as the righteous ones, similar to how Aristotle elevated the Greeks to Alexander in a time when the Persians ruled the world. Will we have an Alexander to lead us, or have our offerings been spurned and God turned his back on us?

  • Commandments 1.1

    Waking up earlier, hitting the gym, eating healthier, and reading books—every human in existence has pursued these activities as a means to better themselves. As humans, we are inherently driven to want more. Greed can lead to a man’s rise and fall. We are born with a desire for power, wealth, companionship, and an insatiable hunger that pushes us to unimaginable heights or inevitable doom. Had Crassus not been greedy, he might have retired as the wealthiest man of the Roman Empire. However, the same desire for power that propelled him to his position ultimately led to his demise.

    We look around and see people from all walks of life: those who can barely feed themselves, living in solitude with no hope of marriage, and those who marry multiple partners and still seek pleasure elsewhere, be it more companionship, fancy cars, or other luxuries. Moderation is the key to an ideal existence. Without it, our concept of society crumbles, and our humanity regresses. If we lack the resilience, strength, and ability to resist the temptations of the mind, we risk losing everything.

    Marcus Aurelius believed that moderation was essential for living a virtuous life. He contended that one should strive to find balance between excess and deficiency in all aspects of life, including emotions, desires, and actions. A man who possessed the wealth of the world and power rivaling that of the entire United States government today believed in the importance of moderation. Cicero also maintained that moderation was crucial for preserving social harmony and avoiding conflict. He posited that a society valuing moderation and self-control would be more likely to experience peace and prosperity. Excessive desires lead only to suffering and disappointment, while happiness is achieved in doing or accepting less.

    To this day, I struggle to accept that notion. Our generation constantly craves wealth, and people often say, “I will be rich,” perhaps to impress their partners, parents, or even to convince themselves that life will eventually go their way. However, they fail to realize that life is like a game. When you are born, you register in the temporary database of history, and you play the game that is life. Regardless of whether you live or die, succeed or fail, love or hate, the game goes on. The only way to win is to act—to move, learn, practice, study, fail, and live. Learn from those who came before you, be they philosophers, physicists, mathematicians, conquerors, or leaders. Every person who has risen to prominence, whether through hate or love, teaches a valuable lesson—even those considered the epitome of evil, like Hitler, who reminds us of resilience with his quote, “Anyone can deal with victory. Only the mighty can bear defeat.”

    A person cannot learn if their mind is convinced it knows everything. We often assume we should possess all the knowledge needed for success, and that we have not yet reached the age of accomplishment. However, figures like Alexander the Great and Mehmed the Conqueror toppled superpowers in their early 20s. “Does it look like I’m an Alexander?”, one might ask. Strive to be better. Even the conqueror of worlds had faults—he was an alcoholic, impulsive, and arrogant man. Envision an ideal human, and if such a person exists in your mind, aspire to be like them. Aurelius advises, “Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one.”

    Once we adopt this mentality, we often seek others to learn from and stumble upon the paradox of “self-help.” We fall into a loop of addiction and self-destruction, consuming books and videos, and imitating others, thinking we are evolving and improving. Yet, we may be like a misguided hero who charges into battle like a moth to a flame, believing they are the light guiding others to safety, only to be consumed by the very fire they sought to extinguish. We cannot fault the exploiters; it is their business to take advantage of the human mind—a mind we all share, one that constantly seeks growth. History often overlooks the exploited, while the exploiters carve their names in the annals of time. Was Agamemnon wrong for exploiting Paris’ mistake of taking Helen? The entire war could have been prevented if Paris had not been enslaved by his desires.

    Mistakes are not created anew; they are repeated, perhaps modified, but we can always look to history to learn from the eternally damned. The only help a person needs, the answer to all their problems, lies within their soul. If the soul and mind agree, and the logos concurs, then there is no mistake—even if the outcome is negative, it was the right choice in a world full of falsehoods

  • What is Ambition?

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