#783 On Impostor Syndrome

Impostors try, but self-deceivers know
While hearts may quake in dread of others’ eyes
The inner Truth they cannot overthrow:
Brave hearts can break the cage of muted guise
Permit yourself the courage of your worth
Stand tall amidst th’expanse of God’s great Earth.

#782 On My Refutation

Inert and stifled by the gravest fears
I mull a future hidden in the bind
My mind, a box of cold and doubtful gears
Attempts escape from this unwholesome grind
A grappling with the starkness of these days
Demands a refutation of this faze.

#780 On Israel (Curse Be Upon Your Nation!)

I curse you, o Israel!

I curse your armies and their long knives and pistols whipping
Poised to slit the throats and puncture the bodies of the innocent
I curse your Prime Minister, and his cruel lips dripping
With the words of expansion and neutralisation, insistent and unrepentant

I curse you, o Israel.

I curse the flower of your youth, the young Israelis
Marching into the homes of their neighbours, annexing
The homes and stealing the land of Palestinians; the chrysalis
Of nakbatic resentment and rebellion burning, raging, ablazing

I curse you o Israel.

I curse your armies, with their bombs and their missiles
Raining down on the homes and the parched desert plains
Where does it say, in your Talmuds and your missals
That there is justification in murder for such fraudulent gains?

I curse you, o Israel!

I curse your nation and its brutal forgetfulness
You who have borne the brunt of industrial murder
Now commit murder in turn, without tear or remorse
May your crimes today pull you under and asunder!

Today we are armed with nothing but tearful prayers
But look, yonder, the armies of angels in the Heavens
Say “Amen!” above us, in the skies and its seven layers
Their lances shall pierce your skulls and impale your legions!

#779 On The Youth in Their Rebellion

Hear us now, wind and earth and fire and water! 
We summon the wakefulness of nature’s raiments
The knowledge of the world in silent slumber
The forgetting in the ruins of human firmaments

Extol, in brave unfettered voice, the roars of Youth
Exhorting demands for the breaking of oppression
To smash the chains that bind the poor, the uncouth
And call them out to march in blazing procession

Decant the flames of indignant resistance, decant!
Unleash these fires that rage, rage for immortal Truth
Incant the chant: Justice! Justice! Justice! Incant!
Let them fear the wrath of our serrated Youth!

Revenge is a cruel dish best served cold
Upon the necks of the venal Old.

#778 On His Tether

“Without God, everything is permitted,”
Said Dostoyevsky in his masterwork
For Godless souls, unreined, unimpeded
Would freely give in to evils that lurk
Hold on to His tether, anchored and true
His Grace and Protection, He will imbue.

#777 On Asimov’s Foundation and Islam

  1. Earlier this week, amidst the free hours of a public holiday, I caught up with some episodes from the latest season of Foundation, a TV series on Apple TV which adapted the novels of the late and great science fiction author, Isaac Asimov.
  2. In short, Foundation tells the story of Hari Seldon, a mathematician who uncovers the laws of “psychohistory”, a statistical science which purports to predict the future of human societies. Using his esoteric calculations, Seldon predicted the fall of the Galactic Empire of his time, and ascertains that human civilisation will undergo 30,000 years of dramatic strife and conflict, before the expected rise of a Second Galactic Empire.
  3. Seldon also theorised that the establishment of a “Foundation”, to preserve human knowledge and science amidst the ongoing decline of the Empire, could shorten the “Dark Ages” of the Imperial interregnum to only a thousand years.
  4. If the plot sounds familiar, it is because Isaac Asimov was supposedly deep into his reading of Edward Gibbon’s The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. While many historians today are disputing whether the Dark Ages were indeed a time of intellectual decline and cultural backwardness, there is no doubt that the fall of the Roman Empire led to political fragmentation and a deterioration in the works of high culture, until the rise of Florence in Italy and the flowering of the Renaissance in the 1400s.
  5. What is interesting, to me, is that for some weeks now, I have been listening to an ongoing lecture series on the Early Middle Ages, where Professor Paul Freedman of Yale underlines that the fall of the Roman Empire led to three successor states or institutions: the Christian Catholic Church, the Byzantine Empire (which styled itself as the Roman Empire throughout its heyday), and the Muslims.
  6. So, if one takes for granted that the Galactic Empire was modelled after the Roman Empire in the imagination of Isaac Asimov, then the natural thing to conclude, I realised in a moment of epiphany, is that his Foundation is, or were, the Muslims!
  7. After all, just like the Muslims of Arabia, the Foundation originated from a backwater periphery of known human civilisation, and rapidly grew to become a powerful force that would eventually grow to become a universal empire. And just like the Muslims of the Umayyad and Abbasid period, the Foundation became the repository of “lost” scientific knowledge, and gradually developed a scientific and technological powerhouse that grew to become a superpower.
  8. Was it just my imagination? I did what every 21st-century person these days would do, and looked it up online (I am a slightly older Gen X person, so I goggled it up, rather than going straight to Chat-GPT!) It turns out that this was observation of mine was not (I suppose obviously) unique.
  9. In fact, I uncovered a dark fact: not only is this theory of “Foundation = Islam” already floating out there in the online aether, but there are commentators who speculated that the name “Al Qaeda” is actually derived from the Arabic translation of the word “foundation”, and that Osama bin Laden was actually inspired to name his organisation after Asimov’s masterwork. Coincidental?

My take: I somehow doubt that Osama bin Laden has the literary and poetic sense of the dramatic to name his group after Asimov’s Foundation. It just sounds too… neat. But if indeed he was inspired by Asimov, and to a related extent, by Gibbon, it would have been tragic that Asimov’s vision of a scientific and civilisation oasis became transmogrified into a terror organisation that would prey on civilian lives in the name of civilisational revival. And God knows best.  

#776 On An Unpolished Poem

I let you now to fly, unpolished, out
Into a cruel world, knives out, poised to pounce
Should I have held on, made the time to grout
The patent gaps, rub out each drossy ounce?
Against my better judgment, I present you now
For eyes to judge: to love or disavow!

#775 On This Bar of Fate

Suppose, this is as far as I could go:
A golden cage enroofed in solid glass
Must I persist to try and overthrow
This bar of fate that says “Thou shalt not pass”?
Or stoop now to accept His high decree
That each of Man shall have his set degree...