A thought of abyssal nature, it never ceases to ask questions. It descends into the depths of being and of history, relentlessly probing the foundations upon which human certainties rest. Nothing halts it in its quest: neither dogmas, nor ossified traditions, nor the comforting safety of consensus. It goes to the extreme—not out of a taste for scandal or provocation, but because only the extreme can sometimes reveal what the center hides. Yet it is never satisfied, never reassured. It dwells in the discomfort of questioning, knowing that truth, if it manifests, never does so in comfort or obviousness.
It challenges notions that, for the majority, have become unquestioned values—untouchable pillars of communal life, principles held as sacred and non-negotiable. But it refuses to bow to this sacralization of consensus. It does not hesitate to question these values—not out of contrarian spirit, but because it knows that some values, when made absolute, turn into prisons of thought, into soulless dogmas.
It is not born of a soothing consciousness. It does not seek to reassure, nor to console. It does not aim to provoke pleasure or distraction—those two levers so often used to divert humankind from itself. What it seeks to awaken is reflection. A living, unsettled, fertile reflection. A reflection that shifts, that awakens, that sometimes disturbs, yet transforms.
Within it lives a leaven of revolt—but not a vain or destructive revolt. This is a creative, silent, lucid revolt. A revolt born of a new state of consciousness, the fruit of long inner maturation. It does not aspire to overthrow in order to dominate, but to set in motion again that which has become fixed. It springs from a universal spiritual consciousness, freed from exclusive allegiances, closed identities, and truths reduced to slogans.
This consciousness desires the good of humanity—not an abstract or ideological good, but a good rooted in compassion, in justice, and in the recognition of the profound unity of all living things. It seeks to collaborate, humbly yet resolutely, in the birth of a new dawn. A dawn that will not be handed down from above, but will emerge from that rare meeting between lucidity and love, between discernment and hope.
