Themelia: silence as a remedy to the iper-activity of the contemporary world.

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My dear brothers and sisters,

Never before has the world been subject to so many revolutions and changes that shake our way of life to the very depths of its roots. The upheavals we all witness are not merely political and social, but above all, technological. Until just a handful of years ago, it was unthinkable to possess devices that, from the palms of our hands, allowed us to make unlimited calls to people on the other side of the world, or to send messages free of charge wherever we might be. Today, we not only live perpetually connected, but we also have artificial intelligence tools at our disposal that provide immediate answers to our every problem or doubt. Today, everything is connection.

And in this climate of hyper-connection, my dearest brothers, what space is left for our attention? In a world where content lasts no longer than thirty seconds, where most people are accustomed to scrolling compulsively through vertical feeds, where a problem is no longer solved through the exertion of one's own ratio, but by simply delegating the mind to an artificial intelligence, what space have we left for our attention? How much care do we truly dedicate to our daily activities?

In this climate, there is an idea at once revolutionary and reactionary that stands alone against this burying of human attention; and this idea is the idea of God. Building a relationship with the unbegotten Source requires attention, because the very idea of the Divine demands presence.

Prayer, which is the tool at our disposal, is nothing other than an act of dialogic attention that the believer constructs to orient themselves toward the Absolute. And yet, in the world we inhabit, building this relationship is increasingly arduous, nearly impossible. How often are we estranged by a notification on our smartphone? How often does our mind struggle to remain concentrated due to our addiction to the frantic rhythms of social media? And the loss of this attention not only grants us a sense of profound incompleteness, but it also distances us from the Truth.

In this world bulimic with productivity and information, the most revolutionary action to which an Ophidian should aspire, my dear brothers and sisters, is precisely the absence of profane action: stillness, reflection, and sacred silence. Only the renunciation of blind movement truly allows us to travel from becoming to quietude, leading us back to the Nihil, where there is no void, but rather the fertile silence where everything unites. Only in that stasis can we welcome the sacred Pharmacon that heals the intellect.

If, therefore, Nietzsche announced the death of God, perhaps we today must announce the death of every will to silence, of every craving for reflection, of every desire to retreat into oneself. God is not dead, dearest brothers and sisters, but the man capable of listening to Him is dead.

Pharmacon, in vobis insurgat.