Themelia: Synthesis Universalis
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My dear brothers and sisters,
In this time of uncertainty and chaos, during which the world seems to have lost all interest in spiritual matters, we have the explicit ethical duty to build a bastion that defends all that the world despises. There, where the world preaches superficiality, we must plumb the Abyss. There, where the world seeks only the material, we must preach the spirit. There, where the profane prais conviction, we must chant the ancient virtue of doubt.
In this time of war and sorrow, where peoples are increasingly controlled by fear and by the intolerance inherent in their monotheisms, we cannot do otherwise, my dear brothers and my adored sisters, than to look to the past to rediscover the ancient classical virtues of reason, of inquiry, of an identity that is not harmed by the other, but rather finds in the other its own grounding and the very reason for its existence. Do I mean to say, perhaps, that it is necessary to barricade ourselves behind the gates of our sacred Synodus and reject everything coming from the outside world?
Quite the contrary: we must open ourselves to the world. We must open ourselves to what is different. But in doing so, we must never forget our identity. We must never forget our faith, for our faith is our identity. Nothing else matters, nothing else endures for long except the eternal aspiration for the Divine, which moves all things and to which everything, in the end, arrives.
The Serpent, which indeed sheds its skin, does not thereby become a lizard, nor does it transform into a whale, but rather maintains its existential root and remains what it is. Thus we, my dear brothers and sisters, must yield to change and shed our skin, but without losing sight of our own identity, which is the dictionary through which we interpret the world around us.
And what is, then, the greatest lie that the contemporary world whispers to us? Quite simply, I believe, the greatest lie of our world is the belief that no alternatives exist to intolerant monotheisms. Frightened by Islamic attacks, disgusted by Jewish nationalism, traumatized by the political and social influence of Christianity, people have ended up believing that there is nothing else! Think, my dear ones, people have stopped looking at the sky because they are fed up with the fairy tales that others were telling about the sky itself! And so, must we stop dreaming of the stars, just because someone has revealed their secrets? Can we perhaps not believe that the Moon can inspire love poems and songs of affection, solely because man has placed a flag upon it, revealing its mysteries?
The ancient vision of the world reminds us precisely how essential the dream is, how precious the irrational is. Ophidism, on the other hand, reminds us how indispensable our identity is, and how it is our duty never to stop defending it against the attacks of relativism and the lies of intolerance. And who can fulfill such a mission? Who can refuse to be intimidated by such a world?
We. The Synodus is and must be a stronghold against this tidal wave, a safe harbor from the monstrous jaws of superficiality, a lighthouse in the storm of sterile certainty.
Be doubtful. Be changeable. Be yourselves. But in doing so, my dear brothers and beloved sisters, never forget to look at the sky and, looking at the sky, to dream of God.
Ita fiat.