An Open Letter to the Nobel Prize Committee

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The audience watched with quiet fascination. The play had begun; the curtain had risen. A solitary figure appeared, standing beside a fountain in the Fountain House. His costume was unlike anything ordinary: he resembled nothing so much as an ancient pen brought to life. Yet the man himself was unseen; only the pen could be seen. In a posture of profound contemplation, this pen fixed its gaze upon the leaping waters of the fountain. Addressing some unseen power, it began to speak aloud:

“In the whole universe, the most mysterious possibility is writing!
O, you who understand the greatest possibility better than anyone!
O, those who decide the most influential writings before every spring!
Listen!
I am the pen that writes philosophy and literature!
Yes, listen again!
Esteemed men and women of intellect and insight!
It is I who, inspired by your attentive eyes, gathers speed and fervor...
I do not merely blacken blank pages; rather, letter by letter, I cast light.
Into the darkness, I pour illumination.
I sweep away the cobwebs of delusion from the human mind.
I dissolve into the boiling cauldron of harsh reality — the hope of possibility, and the possibility of hope.

I transform poison into antidote, and antidote into elixir!
O wise visionaries!

Let me also say that I speak to every such spirit on Earth who seems to be striving to fathom the mysteries of life and the cosmos… One such person I encountered in the world of social media: a man who had not only abandoned his ancestral God, but who ceaselessly taught believers that in the universe, nothing exists beyond the universe itself. I do not share this belief, but hearing it stirred me. What moved me more deeply was learning that, in his youth, this man sold his motorcycle only to buy books.

And so, I wrote him an email. I praised him warmly and asked his permission to present a new philosophy. Without delay, he replied — grateful for the praise, and generously offering his WhatsApp number so I might share my idea.

Out of respect, I shall not reveal his real name. But the very next day, I sent him a long letter containing the essence of that philosophy.

That letter began:

“May your creative life be long, Mr. ABC!

Salute to the young man who sold his worldly steed to elevate his mental flight by buying books.
What could be a nobler purpose? And note well: those books were not bought to earn a degree that would, in turn, secure wealth and status. No — their sole purpose was to unlock knowledge that reveals the truth of existence. Is there another example of such thirst for truth in all of Pakistan, all of Asia, or indeed the entire human world? To my knowledge, none!

So, a salute to the spirit that was stirred simply upon hearing that the greatest invention of humankind is God! What hidden genius must dwell within such a mind! A genius, dormant yet so sensitive, that at the mere sound of those words — ‘God is man’s invention’ — it awoke as if it had never slept at all. As if this man had come into the world solely to grapple with the profound questions of nature and to seek their answers, no matter the cost.

Yes, salute to you, sir!

It is also true that many may dismiss the God of their forebears as an illusion, but the grace and clarity with which you express your thoughts are rare indeed. The reason lies in your literary taste: you cherish philosophy deeply, yet you love literature equally. Philosophy teaches you to think on the grandest scale; literature teaches you to impress those thoughts gently yet powerfully upon the minds of others.

Genius,
Your very existence, your migration toward an enlightened realm of thought, is a boon and blessing for humanity itself. Time will prove this. For those like us, your existence became nature’s gift the day you sold your motorcycle to purchase a treasure of knowledge. And like the poet Majaz Sir, you’ve been blessed in a rather unusual way: while most people hope for respectful children, you hit the jackpot — with respectful parents who didn’t even bat an eye when the motorbike went missing!

Salute to them as well, for bringing into the world such a brilliant child!

But genius! Permit me to risk offending you.
I do not agree that God is man’s greatest invention.
I maintain, firmly, that it is the pen.

In 2022, I argued this very point in my novel From the Known to the Unknown, written as an answer to Yuval Noah Harari’s celebrated Sapiens. Though the book appears as a dialogue between an uncle and nephew, at one moment it says:

‘The great writer Harari suggests that human’s greatest invention is the concept of the Creator, the Compassionate One!
But no! Absolutely not!
The greatest invention is that which brings the greatest good to humankind.

And while God has lived in human hearts for thousands of years, what has He offered beyond uniting some groups and dividing others? Yes, He promised the individual immortality — and thus made humans His devotees and worshippers. But did that promise truly benefit humanity as a whole? One god’s worshiper always remained wary of another’s.

In contrast, humanity’s greatest invention is the pen: the tool that, in scarcely seven or eight thousand years, has begun to change the very destiny of the human race. All our schools, hospitals, laboratories are born of the pen. Every machine first exists as a book full of calculations; in truth, writing is the mother of every machine.

And look from another angle: writing needs no divine doctrine to exist, but every divine doctrine utterly depends upon writing! What are all the holy books of earth if not books — creations of the written word? Even the most faithful record of the mind and word of God is still, at last, writing!

In my first book, The Central Need, I wrote:

“The written word is humanity’s greatest treasure on earth.
What else do we possess? What is man, without his books?
Man’s only enduring identity is his book — his writing.

Before writing, who recalls the name of any poet, thinker, leader, or emperor from seven thousand years ago?
No one!
It is as though they never existed at all.
Such meaningless existence!

Yes! Before the written word, the individual human’s existence was as nameless and forgotten as an animal dying and vanishing.

But the written word connected the individual to humanity permanently and made the mortal immortal. Writing is an elixir that keeps flowing from the creative mind for the creative mind. Writing can bring immortality, and humanity has discovered this secret.

Every grain of matter and every wave of energy carries within it a hidden script, some writing...
Life and the universe remain great mysteries — and it is humanity’s duty to solve them.

And to fulfill this duty, humankind must stay alive.
And the written word keeps us alive.

Ever since humanity learned to write, its eyes have gazed toward immortality.
Its ambition grew, as if suddenly realizing its boundless potential.
Consider: for hundreds of thousands of years humans lived and laughed upon this earth; but set those ages beside the mere seven millennia since writing began, and the mind reels.

One asks: ‘Were there truly no mothers, before writing, who gave birth to genius? Were there no great minds anywhere on earth?’
Of course there were! Without them, how could we have journeyed from crude caves to graceful dwellings?

But they lacked the pen.
They could think, but they could not record their thought; could not reflect upon it layer by layer; could not perform complex calculations.
And without these, the deepest secrets of life and the cosmos remained hidden.

What power writing holds!
The universe itself now lies folded within humanity’s future, like a vast map offering guidance, leaving no fear of being lost.

The cosmos is but an intricate web of laws — and no law exists beyond human understanding.
And humankind, the eternal seeker, does not shrink from reading the subtle Book of Nature.
This study is endless, unfolding each moment, everywhere, in every corner of existence.

And the greatest students of nature are the philosophers, mathematicians, scientists, novelists, poets, fine artists — all who read nature, and carry their genius race ever forward, on earth and beyond.

This is humanity’s grand journey: from the known to the unknown.
And humans are its travelers — ever questioning, ever sacrificing, in sorrow and in joy, obsessed with the search, reaching out into the furthest reaches of space.

What passion this is! And it is a sacred passion.

And whenever, trembling with imagination, a seeker’s fingers lift the pen — at that very moment, humanity takes a further step in its evolution.

Thus, in the art of writing lies the hidden immortality of the genius race.”

O ABC! Bearer of immortal thought!
You know the worth and power of writing even better than I do.

For there were two forces that persistently stirred the genius within you: first, one true and fervent lover of books who enlightened you; and second, the great books themselves, which introduced a youth confined in a narrow circle to the genius within and to the infinite universe beyond.

It was also the power of writing that enabled a simple soul to smile even at the celestial tablet that has been celebrated in the human world for thousands of years…

Yet, despite having read so much and attained such heights of intellectual flight, you continue to devote most of your energy and attention to dismantling an old ideology — one already enfeebled by the onslaught of the scientific tide, and destined to be entirely uprooted within a century or two.

Allow me to explain what I mean — and first, let me ask you a question!

O genius,

If nature has endowed someone with such immense intellect and vision that, within the span of merely fifty years, they could discover or invent the very formula for human immortality — yet that same person instead chooses to spend those priceless fifty years searching for a cure for cancer, and indeed finds it — then however pleased that person might be, could you and I share equally in that happiness?

Surely, the answer is no. For we know what far greater a gift they might have bestowed upon humanity. And so, our joy would remain incomplete; rather, we would mourn that the greater task went undone. Who can say when such a mind might be born again? His choice would mark a colossal loss, both for himself and for all of humankind.

Respected ABC,
Allow me to make my point clearer through a few more questions!

If every person on Earth were to dwell in a palace stocked with the finest foods and every comfort, would the world then truly become paradise? Really?

Even if those same people remained fragmented and divided — especially on the deepest questions of creation and immortality?

Clearly, the serious answer is no. Absolutely not!

At this point, you might say:

“Oh bro! But isn’t that precisely what I’m striving to do?
I’m challenging the minds of nearly 1.75 billion people who have accepted, as truth, a false tale about the origin of life and the immortality of humankind.
I’m drawing those misled minds closer to reality.
What time itself must inevitably do, I am merely accelerating.”

Undoubtedly, that too is a noble endeavor!
Yes — but here lies the grievance:

Among those 1.75 billion souls, there are not even 175 sharp-eyed, eloquent young minds like yours.
You are quite literally one in tens of millions.

Just think, for a moment, of the extraordinary degree of intelligence and insight you have been granted!

In short: it becomes your duty to use your precious time even more fruitfully, and to undertake even higher, greater works.

O most fortunate ABC,
You could do far more than merely guiding twenty percent of humanity back to the “right path.”
You could reveal to all humankind that radiant road where, once a person sets foot, the genius within them begins to stir awake.

And in the entire known universe, nothing is more momentous than the awakening of dormant genius.

Indeed: whenever genius awakens, some great work inevitably comes into being.

And to elevate the most genius creature known to us — humankind — truly great works are indispensable.

Then what is the greatest of all known works?
The creation of a great idea!

An idea wields the deepest and widest influence over the human mind and life.
If an idea honors knowledge, its followers become lovers of knowledge.
If an ideology despises genius, its followers, too, become devourers of genius.

It is absolutely true: in every sense, humans are inherently ideological beings.

And what is an idea?
A thought that deepens the eye’s gaze,
And sets the mind alight with flame—
The flame of truth that endures!

Since their origin, humans have felt an extraordinary instinct and passion to deepen their vision and elevate their thought.
That is why, though modest in physical form, humankind has grown vastly more knowledgeable and powerful than all other creatures…

Now, if I were to ask what your philosophy of life is, perhaps you would say: Humanity.

And what do you mean by humanity?

You might say:

Regardless of race, color, caste, creed, or personal beliefs — to care for every human being’s survival and evolution, that is humanity.

Simply put: to desire every person’s safety, freedom, and happiness, without any greed for celestial or eternal reward, is humanity.

To hold respect, love, and compassion for every human being, unconditionally — that is the ultimate expression of humanity.

Very good!
This idea is indeed far nobler than the world’s other popular ideologies.

But… it is incomplete.

With respect: your idea remains incomplete — and so, your work too remains unfinished.

You may well ask: What then could complete the idea?

The answer is simple: Life.
Any idea that bases itself solely on the human being can never be complete — for it overlooks the very foundation of the human.

And what is that foundation?
Life!

Any philosophy that ignores life itself cannot be whole.

A serious idea must be rooted in life.

Then what is life? What is its purpose in this universe?

Any philosophy that neglects these deepest questions remains forever superficial.

And what fails to truly grasp a problem can never devise a real solution.

Now, have you ever paused to ponder what life truly is?

From humans to the tiniest bacteria, there burns within every living being a restless force.
What is it?

Science answers: it is merely the instinct for survival — nothing more.

And so, according to science, what is life?

Nothing in and of itself!
A mere by-product of the universe, a fleeting, mysterious manifestation of energy!

In the universe, apart from the universe itself, there is nothing else; all else is transient, mortal.

Only energy is eternal.

Only energy is the true force.

A single, unified force: energy.

Life itself, in essence, is not even a separate force.

This, says science!

But is this the whole truth?
Absolutely not!

A little reflection shows that life stands apart from — and far above — mere energy.

But what then is life? Where did it come from, and why does it exist?

These are vast questions.

So let us start smaller.

What is the most obvious reality?

This universe!
No one can deny it.

And within this universe, what is the most meaningful thing?

Life!

Then what is life?
Genius!

And what is genius?

The capacity to explore, to question, and to create!
The greatest power there is.

Without creative power, there would be no universe, no life — nothing.

And what is the most miraculous source of this creative power?

(Is it God? Or is the universe itself the mother of life?)

Before answering that, let us ask: Who among us raises this question, and why?

Why is the thirst to know so intense in humans?

Because among all known beings, humans are the most genius.

Every living thing has genius in its own context. Even a fly avoids golden fire yet rushes to golden sugar. Every living being calculates its own benefit and harm within its limited world.

But only humans can weigh their gain or loss against the canvas of an infinite universe and endless time.

Let us look closer at humans.

In this universe, what is the most precious thing for humankind?

The living human body!

Undoubtedly, in all the known worlds, nothing is more valuable than the living human body.

It is the vessel that houses great genius.

The body from which books emerge!

And apart from the human body, there is no other known body that can write a book.

In the whole universe, books exist only because humans do.

And what is a book?

The finest means to preserve and transmit knowledge!

Apart from the human who writes it, nothing else in the known universe is so significant.

And what did Voltaire say?

“Since gaining consciousness, man has lived by the light of books.”

And let me add: even if those books came from heaven, they were still books!

Even divine expression chose the book as its greatest medium.

Since the dawn of writing, humans have chosen written law and text to guide themselves.

The importance of writing is beyond words. And man alone creates written words.

Even artificial intelligence ultimately relies on commands written by a human.

It does not craft a new book itself — it reassembles our words, our music.

In short, only the living human being can create writing that lifts human thought beyond what already exists.

Thus, the value of the living human body is truly beyond measure.

And there is another miracle the human body gives us: the human child.

For none can predict which child may grow to become a great genius.

And so, even from an ordinary lineage, there may emerge the descendant whose genius will change the world.

In this light, every single living human being becomes precious — for each carries the power to bring forth a child.

And the value of every newborn human child is immeasurable.

The most brilliant being we know: the human child — who may one day write great books or invent astonishing machines!

In summary:
The living human body — capable of bearing a child and of writing a book — is the most precious thing in the known universe for humankind.

And what is the second most precious?

The focused mind — the power of creative concentration.

No matter how brilliant a person, if their mind is scattered, they cannot write an influential book.

Creative focus is the second greatest treasure in the known worlds — for through it alone can genius reach its full height.

And the measure of any being’s value is its creative power.

Even God, whether conceived as the Compassionate Creator or as the philosophers’ Indifferent Unmoved Mover, derives ultimate worth solely from creative power.

Without it, what remains?

Creative power is everything!

In the end, on this earth and in this cosmos, the highest and best thing is whatever increases human creative power — without harming the priceless human body.

And what is the third most precious thing in the known worlds?

Human time!

The human lifespan is heartbreakingly brief: scarcely a billion and a half seconds.

Seconds that rush past, never pause, never return.

The best use of those seconds is creation and love.

But this ideal remains distant.

In today’s world, the human body often stays at risk, the mind in turmoil, so much time squandered.

But why is it so, even for the most genius of all known beings?

Let us look deeper.

What is a human?

Genius plus body!

And what is the body?

Nothing but matter!

In the human body, there is not a single particle that is heavenly or non-cosmic.
From head to toe — solid, liquid, plasma, gas — it is entirely of this universe.

And what is genius?

Memory plus imagination — hard disk and search engine!

Things not contained in the raw elements of the universe.

In the matter of the cosmos, there is no trace of memory or, above all, imagination.

Meaning: within living beings, there is something the cosmos itself does not possess.

And that something is genius.

Where it comes from, the most genius being longs to return!

That longing is life’s most sacred yearning.

In summary:
The most sacred known being — the human — is genius plus body.

Now, let us see what these two parts truly need.

What does the body need?

And alas, imagine the fate of a child born on a deserted island, whose mother is slain by wild beasts even before birth.
Then, compelled by life itself, the child is delivered from the corpse — only for a starving hyena to seize and devour him the instant his head emerges.

Yes! For a living body, the first need on earth is protection.
Then, the second essential need: oxygen.

After that, nourishment!

Protection, oxygen, food — without even one, the body cannot survive.

And the body has yet another need: movement.
Without it, even bedsores can destroy it.

In brief, the body’s basic needs:

• Protection
• Oxygen
• Nourishment
• Movement

And what of genius?

Its basic needs:

• Knowledge
• Teacher
• Beloved

Through the teacher, knowledge is gained.

Through the beloved, a child is born, carrying the human genius onward.

Note: the need for the beloved and union is not purely physical.

If the body has protection, oxygen, food, and movement, it can survive without union.

But the genius within grows restless without the beloved.

Even if someone’s genius lies dormant, and they lie unconscious yet cared for, they may live decades without union.

But if the genius awakens — even in a madman who can barely focus — the longing for union remains, fully and fiercely.

For it is through union that the child is born — and through that child, human genes and genius endure and evolve in this universe.

O genius,
Your child is the truest guarantor of your immortality.
Just as once the child slumbered within you, so too do you awaken within your child.
At the very root of this longing for union lies the living being’s deepest desire: the desire for continuity — the longing for immortality itself.

And among all known creatures, it is humankind — the most genius of beings — that loves its own life most fervently. Man cherishes himself profoundly. Indeed, even God becomes worthy in man’s eyes only when He bestows the promise of immortality. And so, the love humankind bears for a God who grants eternal life is, in truth, nothing but humanity’s own undying love for life itself. Whoever offers humankind the glad tidings of eternal life — to him alone does man grant the name of the true God. Yes, nothing more and nothing less.

Let me repeat, then: knowledge, the teacher, and the life partner — these are the essential needs of the genius within man.

Now let us ask: what is genius, at its core?
As we know: genius = memory + imagination.
And what is imagination? It is the speed with which messages from the chambers of memory are summoned onto the screen of the mind. Thus, the more genius a being possesses, the richer and more refined its memory chambers — and the swifter its imagination. In plain terms: a larger hard disk, and a faster search engine.

These are delicate truths.
Yet, paradoxically, even someone like Sir Edison might appear to have such poor memory that he could forget his own name. But that forgetfulness is not truly a fault of memory — rather, it comes from a lack of attention. And for one whose mind remains wholly absorbed in work, even one’s own name can at times seem unimportant. For every true genius, there is but one thing that matters most in the universe: the work itself.

So then, what is the deepest need of the memory — the hard disk — within the human being?
To acquire as much verified data as possible: in essence, the most complete knowledge of nature.
And what does our imagination need to reach its highest speed?
Concentration — the power of focus, known also as absorption!

But what is the greatest requirement for absorption?
Peace of mind!
And what does peace of mind require?
A peaceful environment!
And what creates a peaceful environment?
A community where people deeply value and respect one another!

Then, what would bring peace to the entire world?
If every human mind cherished all of humankind, and the collective genius of humankind cherished every single human being!
Were that to happen, the human world would become a cradle of tranquility; every person could then make the fullest use of their genius. An atmosphere of high inquiry, creative fervor, and universal love would blossom everywhere.

Yet, why has this never come to pass?
The foremost reason is that humans have never truly realized, let alone accepted, that they are the most genius being known. Thus, they have not truly longed to achieve the highest speed of imagination, nor do they deeply value their power of concentration. Failing to see themselves as the genius of the known worlds, the purpose of their life has not become deep research and great creation. As a result, they do not feel the profound need for inner peace.

Some even take a strange satisfaction in remaining tense, and in making others tense too.
They find pleasure in conflict and war — so long as the flames do not reach their own door. For many, as long as no bombs fall on their roof, even a great war becomes little more than grand entertainment.

You might say: this is madness!
And indeed, there is no doubt that our world remains, in large part, a crazy world.

All this ruin and destruction arise simply because the most genius being known has not yet seen its own genius face — and has not recognized the true worth of the power to research and create.

What, then, is the veil that keeps humans blind to their own genius?
It is the veil of heaven!

In truth, some six to eight thousand years ago, when humans first learned to write, that veil fell over the eye of the mind. And the cause of this fall was none other than man’s deepest desire: the longing for immortality.
Man does not wish to die. Whoever comes into being never truly wishes to depart from this universe.

In short, the boundless possibilities opened by the pen soon carried the human imagination so high and so far that it painted within itself a vision of an eternal realm — a place where, even after the death of the body, man might live on forever.
Whoever heard of this cure for death was consumed by it.

Enthralled, humanity fell into fervent devotion to the heaven that promised the glad tidings of bodily immortality.
It was momentous news — yet it made the most genius being small.

A short story from The Central Need:

Their hair touched the sky, and their eyes could see beyond the stars.
Then someone cast a spell that shrank them to the height of corn cobs,

And their eyes turned like those of bats.

Thirty-six thousand years passed. They had completely forgotten themselves.

Then, one evening, an ordinary human came to their village. At the sound of his footsteps, the hearts in their tiny chests began to pound violently.
The human kept walking forward, and their fear and anxiety grew and grew.
He reached the very center of the settlement and stood there…
Keeping a safe distance, they all gathered around him.
Finding him harmless, they began to draw near.
Their curiosity grew, and they moved closer still.

For a while, a deep silence hung over the air…

Then suddenly, they began shouting and screaming, jumping up and down, crying out:
He has no head!
He has no head at all!
Yeah — nowhere, no head at all!

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Well!
Once bewitched, people were no longer able to behold, hear, or understand those who possessed wisdom. The entire focus of humankind turned toward pleasing heaven, so that in the endless afterlife it might gain the greatest comfort and luxury.
Thus, the purpose of life narrowed.
The being born to study nature became lost in a mirage.
And that mirage remains so alluring that even today — from jungles to the most modern cities — countless human eyes remain transfixed by it.

Yet serious-minded people have always existed in the world, and they know certain truths about heaven. Let us mention them briefly and then return to higher matters.

The central allure of heaven in the human mind is its promise of bodily immortality.
But the body is pure matter. And immortality of matter is not part of the universe’s design.
As Einstein showed, matter traveling at a certain speed vanishes (E=mc²).
Matter is mortal; it is made from energy and then returns to energy.
Energy, however, does not further transform; it remains eternal.

So, the longing for the immortality of a material body or a luminous spirit is nothing but deep materialism and energy-worship.
Indeed, those who describe their God as 'pure light' are, in essence, worshippers of energy.

Truly, to those who envision God as ' absolute luminescence,' what they worship is, in essence, energy itself.

And for thousands of years, the human mind has been caught in this very snare.

Yet even now, there remains such magic in the promise of heavenly immortality that, even if the entire universe cried out against it, a mind that has once imagined itself living forever would simply close its ears.

And yet, consider a simpler point raised by some thinkers:
“If man was created not to study nature, but merely to pass a test, why was such a vast universe needed? A single Earth and a single sun would suffice to test human obedience.”

If so, why is the universe so immense — and why have humans been endowed with such vast memory?

The truth is this:
The most genius being known — man — was given such immense memory so that he might read the vast book of the endless cosmos.
Man is the student of nature.
The astonishing journey from caves to the stars belongs entirely to this student who writes books and builds machines.

Books nurture human genius, and human genius then invents machines.
Let me repeat that every machine is first a book: calculations, formulas, geometry, blueprints — all written down.
Before the invention of writing, no great ideas or machines could arise, for the naked mind alone could not hold such vast calculations.
But the pen turned the limited mind of man into something limitless.

Salute to the pen!
And it was the pen that placed the greatest dream in the human eye: the dream of its own immortality.
It is another matter that, failing to find the true path, humankind stumbled onto a backward road, worsening both its mind and its world.

As for immortality, there are four known and reasonable sources:
A great work (art), progeny, cloning, and the indivisible particle.
Two are major and certain; two remain possible.
Yet people often find greater satisfaction in the possible ones, because the two certain sources bring mostly symbolic immortality: through art, thought lives on; through progeny, the genes live on.

And what is man, if not a bundle of news and dreams?
(Dreams live on in art; news lives on in genes.)

O ABC, bearer of genius genes!
Let me repeat: art is the highest human achievement.

And what is art?
A mirror to the mind’s profound sight,
revealing the hidden, drawing it to light.

Art is the bridge that weds the known to the unknown,
uniting the outer world with the world within.

Art is a flash through the dark unknown,
sketching the silent, the never-shown.

In short,

What is art?
That which perceives the unseen and then reveals it clearly and beautifully!
From drawing invisible atoms to photographing distant galaxies — this is art, the pinnacle of human striving.

In summary:
• A great work
• A child
• A clone
• An indivisible particle

These are the four known and reasonable paths to human immortality.

Above all is the great work — art.
And art? The endless search for new possibilities in nature, and the discovery of the best among them!
From contemplating the highest possibility in nature (God) to playing a game — all is art.
Every useful work, at its highest point, becomes art.

In simple words: art is the quest for new and fruitful possibilities.
Even sport is, ultimately, this same search — a test of the speed, strength, endurance, and grip of the human body.
Every useful craft or calling, brought to perfection, becomes art.
And whoever masters it becomes, in truth, an artist.

For instance, the sweeper’s work preserves the health of the human body; thus, sanitation itself is an art.

The sweeper, in that sense, is an artist.

Whatever the work, the one who performs it excellently becomes unforgettable — and thus attains symbolic immortality.

And the greatest known success of the most genius being, man, is indeed this symbolic immortality.

Beside art, another great guarantor of immortality is the child.
And the child is that path which every living being possesses — even if it must tear itself apart to reproduce, like an amoeba.
But to do such great work that your species remembers you forever — builds statues of you, teaches your story in its schools — that privilege belongs only to humankind.

To leave a positive, lasting trace of your presence in the universe is the height of human greatness — a greatness no other known creature can attain.
Only the being favored by human genius can share in it.
Like Laika, the little dog who flew into space, and thus, in a sense, never dies now.
But could she have gone there by her own power? Never!
Man, however, can rise to any height — even the immortality of his name through his works.
And no higher rank — physical immortality — has yet been found for humans.

It is worth clarifying too:
For centuries, belief and disbelief have debated whether humans are moral beings or material ones.
Yet the truth is: man is neither purely moral nor purely material.
Man is a creative being.
He is genius, born to research and create.

Morality, then, is simply a creator’s own need: it makes fewer enemies, keeps attention on nature’s mysteries instead of wasting it in quarrels.
Good morals save precious time: it takes less time to smile than to answer an insult.

In short, when the most genius being known truly sees itself as a creative being, the morals of the world will naturally rise!
For a mind busy with great works has little room for petty evil.

In brief:
Man is not merely material or moral; he is creative.
And his creative needs remain greater than his physical ones.

And among the creative needs of man, one great need is the choice of a teacher.
And here, the genius human race remains deeply divided and confused to this day.

For there has never been, and perhaps cannot be, a single teacher for all humankind!
This is beyond the power of any individual.

In the end, in matters of creation and immortality, the greatest teacher of the genius human race can only be art itself.

And what is Art?
Art is the supreme revealer and herald of Nature!
And at the forefront of this quest to study and unveil Nature’s hidden truths stands Philosophy — the leader of all arts. Its true reign still lies in some distant future; but let there be no misunderstanding: this leadership bears no relation to worldly power.

Power, in its simplest form, is the authority to make laws and enforce them. Yet when it comes to crafting the laws that might ensure the fullest blossoming of human genius and safeguard the human body to the utmost, only the philosophers of this genius species truly hold the pen, for they alone understand humankind most profoundly! Even so, the enforcement of those laws must never become the philosopher’s burden. Administrative duties can be left to any capable genius; if another can perform a task, then for a philosopher, mathematician, or scientist to spend even a single moment on it is a grave injustice — a theft from humanity’s highest inheritance.

Imagine, in those precious moments when Sir Aristotle could walk, sit, or recline, yet still ponder some mystery of nature that might one day benefit us all — if, instead, those moments were spent tallying accounts or supervising the construction of a bridge. What a loss! Every genius can see it plainly.

After all, in the known universe, the third most precious thing is human time itself. Used wisely, it brings us nearer to immortality.

Let me repeat,

A human being may live on in four ways:
In a great work, through their children, by cloning, and in the indivisible particle — the Juzw-e-Lā-yatajuzzā. Thus, immortality dwells in history, in lineage, and in the laboratory — though reaching and awakening that indivisible particle lies far beyond even our genius today. Humanity has yet to truly comprehend its own genius — let alone the potential of cloning.

Had we understood, our chief endeavor by now would be to clone our greatest geniuses. And what blessings that would bring! First: humanity’s treasury would never run dry of the greatest minds. Imagine if, before Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle, we had mastered cloning: would they not still be among us? As one aged and departed, another would rise — and across millennia, their wisdom and virtue would remain ever-present, guiding us.

Yet the same world that gave Socrates poison, kept Plato in chains, and drove Aristotle into exile still shrinks from cloning.

The second, even greater blessing: in beholding one’s own clone, a person sees themselves more perfectly than in any child. For every child carries the mingled DNA of two parents, and brings their own nature, distinct and new. But a clone is your truest reflection: your childhood, your youth, the very same spark of imagination and perception reborn. In loving them, you love yourself anew, and in guiding them, you guide your own essence.

And beyond love alone: in this confused world, a person who regrets past mistakes may protect their clone from the same errors, for the clone listens most intently to the being they mirror so completely. Thus, the clone may live with more joy and fewer regrets — and where hearts carry less regret, the world itself becomes kinder.

To even list all the blessings of successful cloning would fill volumes. Yet let it be clear: a clone is no new creation; it is a perfect copy. A clone of Hermann Einstein remains Hermann Einstein; of Pauline Koch, still Pauline Koch. Yet when those two unite in love, the world receives an immortal genius like Albert Einstein. A child born of love surpasses even a clone — or the indivisible particle.

And what do we hope for most from a child? A great work of art — the supreme guarantor of human immortality!

Now, about that most elusive possibility: the Juzw-e-Lā-yatajuzzā — the indivisible particle, the dream of quantum preservation.
Might some hidden part of the human form — impervious to water and flame, unseen by electron microscopes, perhaps made of some unknown element like hafnium carbide — endure when all else perishes? Yes, there remains a fascinating possibility that our very being might return to Earth because of this. That unseen part of the human body, buried yet unfading, impervious to water and fire… Perhaps made of hafnium or something like it, invisible even under electron microscopes, hidden in our tailbone – a sacred treasure of nature’s information!

So even if my corpse is buried, cremated, or left to decay, this indivisible particle remains. Today, countless such particles exist across our galaxy. In the next few million or billion years – before our galaxy ends – we might become capable of reconstructing them into complete humans. Otherwise, those particles might drift away into the cosmos.

It sounds humorous, but think: in a few million or hundred million years, genius humanity might be able to find and awaken them, to know the formula to recreate them. So, in short, to reach that point also, we must keep building an environment of research and creativity on Earth – an absolute necessity for the human race.

Yet, until we find the Supreme Genius, we may even search for that Juzw-e-Lā-yatajuzzā that our elders spoke of – and it might indeed exist. After all, life needed information so badly that it created DNA. The same life that’s been reading the universe for 14–15 billion years might well have also discovered a particle that even fire fears. A particle that remains even through unimaginable cosmic events…

So then, in this same universe, where billions of Suns drift about, isn’t it possible that there could also exist some exceptional substance that even all those Suns together couldn’t destroy?
A particle — composed of some unknown kind of energy, and so on and so forth...

In short: Life, which needs information so badly that it crafted bodies equipped with memory and imagination — from amoebas to humans — and then, in each kind of body, invented all sorts of different senses — why? Only to capture information!
And what is a sense? A spy of life in an environment!

Then, such information-hungry Life is so sensitive about preserving its information that it went so far as to invent DNA... So then, is it really far-fetched to imagine it might also have created some indivisible particle — something truly indestructible?
That same Life which crafted the eye, the nose, the entire body — carefully selecting atoms from this very universe!
That same Life that designed a mechanism as intricate as the human brain!

And can a human brain even come into being without thought? So then, given the sheer depth of thought possessed by this super-genius force of Life — is it really unthinkable?!
The very same Life that, along with making every new child possible within the human being, also embedded within us the possibility of making an exact copy — a clone...

That super-genius Life!
The one that has been reading this universe for billions of years... So then, just as humans discover ever more ways to preserve their information, surely Life knows far, far more ways than we can imagine...

It’s quite possible, then, that alongside DNA, Life may have created yet another medium — something that could only be used in the most extreme circumstances. Some indivisible, immortal particle — truly so! Because in this universe, nothing is truly impossible! The possibilities of Life and the cosmos seem to have no real limit — especially the possibilities of Life as it can use and reuse energy.

And after all, what did Life need to do? It had already learned to write, long before. All that remained was to find some particle within the cosmos that wouldn’t easily perish, that wouldn’t vanish even under great strain. A particle that could comfortably withstand the extreme pressures and temperatures of the universe!
Perhaps a particle that could even keep on dancing at the very dawn of the unimaginable explosion we call the Big Bang...

Well, those particles capable of enduring unimaginable pressure and temperature must surely exist somewhere in this vast cosmos... Then, what could possibly stop Life from finding the most suitable among them, and writing its information onto it — using some technique far superior even to nanotechnology? It isn’t really impossible!

So perhaps the intuition of the ancients guided us correctly: that Life has, at the very least, hidden in the tailbone of every vertebrate that immortal particle of the Self — which holds within it the most complete summary of Nature’s information...

Yes, but in its drive to preserve and transmit its information, Life could do anything within this universe.
Just as on Earth, pollen clings to the foot of a bird and finds its way to the stigma...

Yet, hearing this, my respected uncle might say:
“What nonsense! Talking of millions and billions of years! The end of life and the world is almost here!”

His mind might have gotten stuck back when I mentioned that humanity might, in a few million or hundred million years, find the indivisible particle. But who will explain to uncle! Perhaps he didn’t hear the rest of the essay and in shock just kept thinking: “Oh! What a fool! What an idiot!!!”

But alas! The theories about immortal matter (the body) or pure energy (the luminous soul) have made humans oddly unserious about it all...

And that unseriousness is such that even people from the non-serious schools of thought — including truly exceptional geniuses — never pause to wonder: for how many millions, billions, or trillions of years can they go on amusing themselves with nothing but purely physical pleasures and the ecstatic rapture of a divine vision?

Forever?
To remain in a place where there is supposedly no further need for knowledge — just chit-chat, bodily delights, and the distant sight of the Divine?
Always? Eternally? Endlessly?
Is that truly all?
A barren eternity? An unimaginative, purposeless eternity? Just that???

It’s astonishing, how cheerful some people are about such a boring end!

Yes, but in truth, the tearful, yearning eyes of mortal humans become so enraptured by the vision of their own immortality in a beautiful dream that they have no mind left to notice the boredom rising from its pointlessness. They simply don’t want to think about it.

Then, the height of human insensitivity on this planet is that even fools like me can shake their heads in denial when they hear that this earth and life might last for long.

In fact, with tears in my eyes, I accept that the world will continue to move on even after I die... just as it has continued to move on even after my fathers, my grandfathers, and my great-grandfathers. But, will this life continue? Even after me? Until later??? Oh, surely that cannot be! And perhaps it shouldn’t! If I’m dead, what use is life on this Earth!

In short, fools like me imagine that life and Earth should only last long enough for our children’s children to see their children’s children – maybe six or eight generations more, then the end. (Yes, that’s how every fool thinks…)

But all those humans who refuse to live as fools, and keep their human genius fully awake, know well: the Earth is far from mortal, and life is not mortal at all. This Earth, which has lasted for hundreds of millions of years, can easily last hundreds of millions more, until the Sun finally cools and collapses, destroying the solar system.

And to put it in simpler words: Life is that unstoppable force — you cut off one of its heads, and a thousand more appear. Life, which existed millions of years before I was born, will continue long after me, without ever missing me. And yes, the Earth still has hundreds of millions of years to go, and it still has genius humanity – whose children are already seeking new homes in space.

So, life keeps advancing, in a journey greater than even the imagination of the greatest genius of every age. Every awakened genius knows this: only we die, but children remain. They will still be here, and for hundreds of millions of years more. So, it is our duty to make this Earth better for them.

That is the great work we must do: through research, creativity, and love… So all awakened geniuses keep researching, creating, and remain kind and human-loving – building libraries, laboratories, hospitals, schools, universities…

On the other hand, fools like me — lost in dreams of physical immortality — still possess an innate genius. And even if we rarely express it, those among us who are slightly more genius eventually realize: Oh! The man who said life is mortal a thousand years ago is himself long dead. So too the one who said it two thousand years ago, three thousand, four thousand, five thousand, and six thousand years ago – each only died himself. Yet life remains today…

So, yes, life might last another six or seven thousand years! Our children will stay here after us. Then let’s do something on this Earth to make things easier for them! That’s why such people build water fountains, free kitchens, and charitable hospitals…

Yes, no matter where, even for the sake of our children, humans must act decently…

A final salute, then, to the human child — the silent architect of humanity’s greatness, to whom the whole of humanity owes so much!

Then, to put it briefly: on this earth, man keeps giving birth to his children — without any pause. This means he has grown deeply fond of the riddle of the universe, and he knows that, with the help of life, he can ultimately solve it. Thus, he desires the greatest abundance of human life in this universe.

And he knows that, here on Earth, life thrives most richly where there is greater understanding — what we simply call “goodness.”
And among all the known forms of goodness, the greatest and most fundamental is truth.

Yet the same genius creature, capable of truth and wisdom, still holds in its heart the madness to start a nuclear war. Unless there is an unbreakable compulsion behind our evil, what remains is only sickness of the mind.

Thus, in this age, it has become essential to heal the genius part of humanity. We need great books to awaken it. A fully awakened genius mind is the best cure for a dying intellect.

For in the end, in the grand journey of survival and evolution, humanity possesses nothing except its genius. And better that this awakening comes through reflection than through catastrophe.

Otherwise, after a war that wrecks the Earth, future generations will inevitably ask:
Why? When the world held such abundant resources, why did humans turn to destruction? And they will find the deepest cause: the contempt we hold in our hearts for one another.

Who plants that contempt? Nature alone? No — it has roots both in nature and in belief. And the cure for the natural contempt of the lesser toward the greater is simple respect; so that pride in the greater does not become scorn for the smaller. Contempt, after all, is the rage born of deep fear of insignificance.

In summary: humanity’s measure of worth will then be built on sober, unshakable foundations — rooted in undeniable greatness and usefulness, impossible for any conscious being to deny. The difference between the greater and lesser among humans, drawn by nature itself, will become strikingly clear across the world. And there will arise a living tradition of humbly accepting nature’s own verdicts.

Yet, who truly is the greater human? Simply this: the more genius a person possesses, the greater they are. Genius is the true yardstick of human worth.

It is almost certain that if another world war should erupt, it will rewrite the very laws and principles by which the world is governed. The worth of an individual or nation will no longer be counted in gold or weapons, but in the very essence of genius itself.

And how is genius measured? Through writing! Writing remains the ultimate touchstone for human capacity to research, create, and endure. Even if a genius cannot themselves write, they can still have their thoughts set down. But the greatest guarantor of human thought’s immortality is always writing. Its supreme virtue: it can convey the most knowledge in the least time.

A two-hour video or recording always consumes two hours to watch or hear; yet its transcript might be read by keen eyes in half that time — or even faster on the second reading. For instance, if I were to speak this letter aloud, it might take you two hours to listen, but your sharp sight could finish reading it in barely an hour — saving countless precious seconds. And in this universe, nothing rivals the worth of human time — except the living human body and creative focus.

In brief, writing remains the most useful and superior medium for gaining and sharing knowledge — the very foundation of the supreme arts, such as philosophy, mathematics, science, and literature!

Perhaps, then, a day will come when every decade, the nation that produces the greatest books will be honored as humanity’s noblest and most powerful. Then who, if not the wisest of nations, is truly destined to lead this brilliant world of humankind? Though this title may shift from decade to decade, always passing to the nation that creates yet more beneficial books! Or it may be that, in the end, the right to guide humanity passes to an institution such as the United Nations — where the greatest geniuses from all nations would form the governing body.

For now, such thoughts may seem naïve — but after a devastating war, the world would inevitably turn serious. Then, the importance of the most genius creature we know — humankind — will stand above all else in the cosmos. It will be recognized that while everything else in the universe exists in abundance, the living human body, with its focus and creative power, is irreplaceable. And its time and possibilities are truly priceless.

This truth will be formally accepted. No human will then need to fear that their body, focus, time, or potential might be wasted or harmed. In effect, every human being will become either useful, or at least harmless, to others — and so, no one will need to despise another. Nature’s crookedness will, in time, be gently corrected.

Even the fierce contempt that springs from ideological conflicts will fade away. Yet, in the immediate aftermath of such a war, every ideology once cherished while humans slaughtered each other will be reexamined with grave seriousness.

For surely, the genius being called “human” was never made to destroy, but to study nature deeply! Humanity’s truest calling is to be the student of nature.

(The real question: must humanity recognize this only after catastrophe — or might a few great books help avert disaster, leading instead to a brighter era without immense bloodshed? Only time can tell. But one thing is sure: books bring change slowly, yet peacefully and enduringly. Their quiet power keeps great harms at bay.)

Thus there remains a strong hope that humanity, the most genius being known, may, laughing and smiling, step into an age where, whenever a precious life departs forever, its essential, indivisible part might yet be awakened again.

In seeking life’s ultimate possibilities, two central points emerge from the philosophy of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature. One of these may be wholly wrong: the belief that there is a God. (One God, for unity brings peace; multiplicity is always restless, just as a couple finds calm only when two truly merge — like egg and sperm becoming one living being.) According to this thought, the One God is the supreme author, writing the book of the universe for a purpose, making life its eternal reader. Between life and the universe stretches this grand relationship: reader and book. Both are mighty forces — both eternal. Neither energy nor life can truly be destroyed.

It is a subtle thought: a perfect creator’s creation could have no flaw and could never be destroyed by anything outside itself. But let me say this plainly: for all its genius, the human being is flawed and incomplete — mortal, perishable, helpless without food and rest. Thus, it cannot be the work of a perfect creator. Rather, humanity is shaped by life itself — a force lacking full knowledge and power, forever seeking more, estranged from God yet destined to reunite with that Supreme Genius. Life, next to God, is the most genius force, whose purpose is far greater than the salvation of a single human being. Life must read the great book of the universe to discover the principle that might close this Book and open a way forward.

Yet this thought too might be false! Perhaps the universe contains only itself: nothing but law, with the central law being creation — endlessly spawning new possibilities. From the Big Bang to the birth of the first living cell — all in obedience to this one law! Maybe life itself is no sign of genius, merely the product of cosmic laws. Perhaps there is no supreme genius; perhaps law is the only creator; the law of creation, creating everything...

But these thoughts ring hollow and superficial the moment we speak them—and that itself reveals: genius must be something higher than the blind law of energy. Our genius minds sense that energy alone cannot be everything. But let’s admit: maybe the notion that the universe is a book by a genius author is completely wrong. Still, let me say, the second fundamental point of the philosophy of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature stands unshaken: among all known and unknown worlds, the most precious thing is the power to research and create; the most supreme known essence is genius itself.

In summary: that which truly lives is genius; and only that which is genius truly lives! (Life is genius: if there is no genius within, there is no life — only stone, mountain, or raw energy: blind and lifeless, lacking purpose and power to create.)

Yet from bacteria hunting food to birds building nests, everywhere life shows genius. Every living being is genius in its own way. And among all living creatures, the most genius is the human being. Thus, humanity is superior to all else — and within humanity, the most genius among us stand foremost.

Yes, genius is the true standard of excellence. Unless we set human worth by this inner power to research and create — and not by wealth or brute power — the world’s miseries and strife will never end.

But how can genius itself be measured? How can we judge which person or work is truly genius? How can this measure — genius as the measure of worth — be made to prevail? And how can humanity, the known most genius creature, recognize that it is not meant to be a warrior or hoarder, but a student of nature? Further still, how can it be shown that life is not an accidental by-product of energy, but a genius force driven by the hunger for knowledge?

Yes, but if knowledge truly is the ultimate purpose of life, then why does a tiger — with far less knowledge of nature — tear apart the most genius of all creatures, the human? Why does it not value him at all? If life’s highest purpose is knowledge, why must life prey on life? Except for most plants, nearly every creature survives by devouring another.

Such savage design seems to mock the passion for deep knowledge. Is life itself a tragic flaw in divine design, trapped in the universe’s cage? But is this universe truly a cage — or is it a book?

In truth, God has only one book: the universe itself. Then as great the writer, so great the book! For humanity, the only divine, honest book is the universe — not the childish texts falsely claimed in God’s name, in which God’s language changes in every book.

Let it be clear that the language of God is mathematics — mathematics, which is universal, remaining the same in the East and the West. It follows, then, that God's book can only be in the form of numbers that are understood the same everywhere — and that book is this universe.

The deepest mystery remains: why did the greatest genius creator feel compelled to write this book at all? A writer writes either to improve something or merely to assert himself. But to write only for self-assertion reflects insecurity, while to write to improve shows a sense of lack in one’s design or surroundings.

So what want or deprivation compelled the creator of all? What is the hidden mystery?

These questions — and many more — are explored in my nine stories, beginning with an abstract novel of over a thousand pages whose central theme is this: fresh knowledge of nature is life’s deepest need.

Indeed, seventy to eighty percent of this letter comes from those nine stories, which all conclude that the deepest, oldest, and most constant need of life is knowledge — fresh, central, living knowledge of nature.

And so, this very point now stands at the center of a new philosophical thought spreading across the world of human genius — the philosophy of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature.
A philosophy that neither the atheist nor the believer is capable of refuting with reason!

Consider: even by faith, if human life began with a single pair shaped by a favored deity, what is the very first gift given to them? Knowledge! News of which fruits nourish and which poison, of good and evil! Knowledge is life’s first and foremost need.

And even by atheism, this truth shines clearer still. Atheism believes in possibility, not conscience. It claims that the particle that triggered the Big Bang had no conscience, only potential. Yet before potential there is always a principle, which is made by someone with knowledge and power — call it God, or leave it unnamed. But leave that: according to atheism, the universe emerged from the multiplication and division of those potentials, and then life emerged from the interactions of cosmic elements — energy itself becoming life.

But life is that force which is entirely about knowledge! Life holds the entire knowledge of every known possibility, sometimes even before a possibility materializes. The airplane was invented only recently, but the idea of a flying machine existed in human thought for thousands of years.

Life’s unique quality is that, unlike raw energy, it constantly seeks fresh knowledge. Energy is merely possibility, forever bound by law; life, by understanding those laws, extracts not only possibility from knowledge but also knowledge from possibility. Seeing bricks, it envisions a building.

Had nature contained only potential, life would merely await what chance brings. But every living thing is a seeker — even a root gropes deeper into soil…

The paragraph grows subtle here, but in essence: even atheism, if thought through deeply, must concede that life, though a child of energy, becomes something far greater by its thirst for knowledge. This is what makes life unlike mere energy: it changes, improves, and bends possibility to its will. Think of humanity’s sacred struggle to make cold, barren Mars hospitable through knowledge of the universe.

In summary: life’s most fundamental need is knowledge.

Then let this be clear: life is a force separate from, and superior to, energy. Energy is blind law; life sees and uses law. Energy cannot shape life, but life, in its genius, shapes energy and matter to its will. It carries the power to choose its path —thought — and gives every living being a single purpose: to gain and preserve knowledge of nature. That is why life created senses, RNA, and DNA. What need had life of so many senses or DNA? Only to preserve and increase knowledge, passing it from one generation to the next.

Thus, the creator of DNA cannot be purposeless. Life’s great purpose in the universe is the richest possible harvest of knowledge.

Unlike dull energy, life is sheer genius. Its simplest definition: the power to research and create.

Beyond faith and atheism, there are also those who call themselves students of nature. For them it is simple: when life first arose, its first need was knowledge — where in the cosmos it could flourish. Before action, complete information is needed.

The most genius being — humankind — intuitively knows this truth. From its dawn, humanity has strived endlessly to increase knowledge.

And what astonishing success it has achieved! From sign language to writing, from books to the internet, humanity shines as the universe’s triumphant seeker and spreader of information.

In the genius human world, the hunger for knowledge is so deep that even today news sites are visited more than even adult sites. (And even those sites are watched not only to see the beauty of male and female bodies but also, in a way, to learn something more about the act of union itself).

In short, there is no place more sensitive than a battlefield or an operating theater — both demand the freshest possible information. The commander must know the enemy’s moves; the surgeon must read the machines’ data. In the most critical moments, fresh information is life itself.

Yes, humanity’s greatest need is safety—and the first need for safety is true knowledge: where danger lies, and where safety. Indeed, the complete knowledge of nature is humanity’s need!!!

So, what is nature? The known plus the unknown! And what is known? Only two entities: life and the universe. The unknown, put simply, is called God.

Laugh if you will, or doubt God’s existence — but we do exist. And we did not create ourselves. So there must be something. Call it energy, the mother of all potential. And perhaps, seeking to keep its own record, it planted within its elements the chance to form self-aware beings — robots powered by current, driven by inner computers — and so the first living cell arose.

But pause and look! Could such an idea be close to truth? If the universe wished to keep its own account, it might have directly shaped some undying, super-genius being — or built an indestructible quantum-computer. Why would it wait billions of years, experimenting cell by cell, endlessly?

Life had no choice but to proceed this way, for it was a stranger in the universe—utterly unaware of the possibilities hidden within energy. First, it had to observe deeply, to learn, and then, by the ancient method of trial and error, find its path. Yet look closely, O genius! However far we stretch our vision, it seems unwise — almost senseless — to remove the force of life from the story of the universe. And once we admit life’s presence, every character’s role starts to make sense.

Truly, there are only four great characters in this cosmic drama: life, the universe, humanity, and, above them all, the unknown.

And what is this unknown? The First Cause? Faced with two ideas — one, that the unknown is merely energy, mindless and self-existent; the other, that it is God, equally self-existent yet supremely genius — then, gazing inward, bowing our heads, what else can an awakened genius human do except side with the latter? Indeed, if I must choose my creator, why would I choose a creator devoid of genius?

And about this Creator, if two further thoughts are offered: first, that He made us by His majesty and power; that this universe exists solely for us; and that the sum of our purpose is to live in fear and praise, destined to spend eternity merely eating, drinking, laughing, making love, and watching divine light — with nothing greater ever promised...

Or second, that this Creator is so great that nothing They truly create can perish; that They created only two forces — life and the universe — both immortal; and beyond them, They Themself stand, free of all need, untouched by loneliness, untouched by desire. When one beholds the cosmic isolation and helplessness that shadows every living being, the latter vision feels closer to truth.

Now, you may exclaim: nonsense! Where did this greatest genius dwell before time and space? Your favorite question, the one with which you dazzle or bludgeon every believer: “All right, then where was God before creation?”

Yes, that question remains. And in my seventh book, From the Known to the Unknown, I have briefly dared to sketch an answer...

O genius!

You know even better than I do Kant’s argument: that we, as humans, cannot even conceive of anything outside the lens of space and time, because our very minds are shaped to perceive only through that lens. Yet could it not be that the maker of this lens Themself stands entirely beyond it?

How can we dismiss Spinoza’s insight: that merely because we know only two attributes of God — mind and matter — does not mean They have no others.

(A note: wherever I speak of the ancestral god, I write He; wherever of the true God, I write They, for I know not God’s gender.)

O genius!

Our limited knowledge cannot fully measure even the boundaries of a limited being. Just a few millennia ago, in the shape of our ancestors, you and I thought that the moonlight was the moon’s own. Yet did our belief ever lend the moon even a moment of real radiance? Of course not!

So perhaps, thousands or millions of years from now, we may finally glimpse that the creator of our time-and-space-bound minds is something utterly different — and that one of Their simplest attributes may be that They need neither space nor time to exist.

You will still say: How can God exist in nothingness? This point is so dear to you that my few words won’t make it leave your genius mind. But yes, you also know better than I do that our human reason, tied to the lens of time and space, still doesn’t fully comprehend the essence of nature. Even on this tiny speck of a planet, our deepest guesses about what lies at the ocean’s floor may prove false — including yours!

And consider: true nothingness is impossible. Nothingness means truly nothing. Yet even before the universe, there must have been something: either a genius creator who willed energy into being, or an immaterial womb from which energy was born. Energy itself did not always exist; its age is scarcely fourteen billion years!

To imagine a genius creator behind energy invites the next question: who created God? And who then created the creator of that God? And so on, until our minds stagger and our eyes swell from pondering. At last, human thought seeks refuge in declaring the creator self-existent, necessarily existent.

Yet the same can be claimed of energy! But energy shows no yearning; it is law, blind and cold. Life, on the other hand — brimming with longing — hints at some genius who once poured desire into every living heart.

(Here, dear genius, you may openly smile.)

O genius!

It must be said, though you may dislike it: the worst flaw in belief is also the worst flaw in atheism — arrogance! Both refuse to acknowledge anything beyond themselves; neither truly seeks evidence or argument to uncover truth. Instead, both select only those points, from the infinite nature, that support what they have already chosen to believe.

Then, with apologies to the great Ghalib, and with a word play: you tell me, what kind of search is this! Yes, let me say it: the truest way of thinking was that of the truest Socrates, who said: It is possible that a point entirely beyond my understanding could still be absolutely correct!

O lover of philosophy and literature, genius!

Now, I think it is time to tell that tale of life, the universe, and the Creator, which can be partly understood from the words of those greatest travelers on the paths of creation and immortality (immortal poets, fictionists, scientists, mathematicians, philosophers)...

And the story, though grand, is simple. Its central character is God. The heroine is life — separated from her beloved, yearning to reach Them. And between God and life lies the veil of the universe. This veil is not lifted by prayer, but by knowledge. So, knowledge is life’s deepest need in the universe.

Life, preserving its information, has fashioned countless beings in the language of DNA. Among them, the most informed is humanity. Humanity’s role in this epic is to be the heroine’s trusted friend. She speaks to him in symbols and riddles, hints and metaphors.

In truth, humanity’s role is not truly central; we are not even the side hero. Yet we are still reluctant to accept this. But so what! Within the grand chains of life and the universe, what is humanity’s place? In the end, to be life’s greatest known helper on its vast journey! And that, too, is no small role.

What a tale of sheer wonder this is!

Truly, a masterpiece of a tale!

A story so perfect, it borders on the divine.

The perfect God creates the universe with perfect laws. Then God separates a tiny part of Themself and places it within this universe. That part is life: small, imperfect, and everything it creates is also imperfect. Yet it remains a part of God — and so it carries within itself an eternal longing to return and merge into perfection.

There is a God, though no one has yet met Them. And to seek Them is life’s purpose.

Truly, in the human world, this is a new, third voice. Until now, there were only two loud voices about the Creator:

First, that God does not exist, and so life has no purpose.

Second, that God exists, and we have already found Him; He speaks to us and has given us His book, whose message is that our highest purpose is merely to obey Him.

But the new voice says simply: God exists — and God is the greatest genius, who meets no one. Life’s purpose is to reach God. And the path to that meeting lies only through the deepest research and highest creation — if it lies anywhere at all. All else is illusion.

Truly, to create and to love — that is enough; the rest is mere echo and excess…

And so, in summary: there are openly only two known forces—life and the universe. Both appear immortal; neither can be destroyed by anyone, for what the greatest genius has made, none but They can unmake. Every known living being, including humanity, perishes only because it was not created by the perfect.

Yet life, even in its imperfection, is greater than energy. For energy is only law and forever bound by law, while life understands the law—and even dares to write its own.

The greatest Lawgiver is the One who wrote the universe in the language of mathematics, who granted life the gift to use numbers and build living forms. Thus, behind every gene of life pulses the pattern of zero and eight, and behind every particle of the universe lies the dance of zero and one... seen dimly in quantum mechanics, more clearly in string theory. Even there, at the base, two vibrating strings remain: what are they, truly, except “01”?

And who made this “01”? Numbers do not create themselves. So there must be someone. The creator of numbers — the greatest genius!

Yes, that is God.

Yes — there is a God who is neither matter nor energy, but pure thought. And within thought itself lies a profound question: Where did I come from? In brief, to answer that very question, God pens books of universes… and sends life to read them, page by page, though without ever directly instructing it. The quest for knowledge is, in truth, God’s own command — and so, the sole essential need of life in this universe is knowledge!

Yet life can never discover anything about the universe — or about itself — that God does not already know. And still, the wonder is this: life keeps uncovering the unknown! And just as life keeps asking questions of the universe, seeking and finding answers, perhaps one day there will appear some clue — some small sign — that may even help God Themself to glimpse Their own origin. For God’s great burden is precisely this mystery of Their own beginning: utterly alone, forever alone, and unable to share Their restlessness with anyone. Perhaps that is why sorrow pervades the world — for the most restless being of all is the Creator Themself. God’s grief springs from a single question; God’s joy rests in its answer.

O genius!
Have you ever pondered God’s plight? Once, there was a time when you still believed. In those days, did you ever pause — even for a moment — to wonder what sorrow might rest upon God?

God is utterly One, without equal. None can ever be like God. And so, to One possessed of absolute uniqueness must come the affliction of incomparable loneliness. Yes, to be the One — utterly singular, beyond all likeness — is to dwell in a solitude so vast that even sorrow finds no echo. For what companion can there be for the incomparable? This too, perhaps, is a wound hidden within perfection.

Truly, how terribly alone God must be!

But is God’s sorrow really loneliness? Perhaps not! After all, God is a Creator. And a creator needs solitude.
Yet what of a solitude without end! What is even the point of such divine solitude? What is in it for God Themself? In the end, on what hope does God live?
Do They have something to do? Or is staying alive merely Their compulsion? Then, before whom is God compelled?
Or does God live simply out of desire? But why? Just because it is better to be than not to be! In being, there remains hope; in non-being, nothing remains.
So is hope even God’s refuge too? And does God like existing, even if just for that? But why? When God can never find anything greater than Themself…
In truth, God alone is the one who can find nothing new, for everything is already Theirs. All things flow from Them… everything belongs to Them alone.
Then what keeps God going?
Yet here lies the profound twist: the greatest grief of God — the torment of not knowing Their own origin or end.

Consider, by contrast, even a moderately genius human being is restless to understand: Who am I? Why am I? Where did I come from? Where shall I go?

To answer these questions, since the dawn of self-awareness, humanity has struggled without cease. Across cities and jungles alike, hundreds of beliefs and dozens of philosophies testify to humankind’s tireless quest to uncover the truth of its beginning and its end. Such is the human condition — truly genius!

But is God any less of a genius? How could it be that God never wondered: Who am I? Why am I? Could God possibly know the answers? How???

Now imagine for a moment that you are God: forever alone, eternally unable to consult another. One possibility is that you created yourself. But this assumption is utterly absurd — indeed, downright childish. It already presumes your existence and authority from the very start.
Even before you make yourself a god, your existence is assumed—along with the very authority that could make you one. So really, there's no point in twisting your arm all the way around just to scratch your ear like that. In short, it makes no sense.

The only serious possibility left is simply this: you have always been, and that is all. But what a strange comfort for so great a genius — to say merely, “I have always existed.”

For the truly genius mind knows eternity itself is an empty notion: eternity belongs to time, and time depends on space. And before space or time existed, what then? God still remains: the Creator, existing without space or time, utterly alone. Creating world after world — but who are They, truly?

Could that genius God really have never reflected upon Their own being? REALLY?

O genius!

Consider these questions freely. Reject what feels flawed; keep what seems reasonable. And as you reflect, you may see clearly: you are, at heart, a student of nature. Once you accept that truth, and in a land where thought may soar unbound, you might help ignite a slow but lasting revolution — a golden transformation that sheds not a drop of blood, yet colors the world with the vibrant hues of creation and love.

O colors-loving genius!
You may choose to call this philosophy of the Quest for Nature’s Knowledge by another name: the Theory of Genius.

Even if you remove the genius God from it, and replace Them with mindless energy as the ultimate creator, the depth of the philosophy remains intact. Among all living creatures, the most genius still remains the human. And the true measure of human greatness remains genius itself.

All hope for the world’s betterment depends, in the end, on genius.

So,

O genius,

If all this is so simple, clear, and true, then is it not your moral duty to prefer the Theory of Genius over the Theory of Humanity? For you love simplicity and truth — so why should that love waver just because the old author who expressed these truths remains unknown?

Yes, the Theory of Genius may be flawed in countless ways. But it has one great virtue: it can always improve. It is bound to no proud deity whose every word is full and final. The theory is also free from the meaningless void where nothing can be clearly seen.

Atheism cannot offer a higher purpose, for it denies purpose altogether. And the God of tradition offers nothing greater than His own pleasure.

Yet what truly could be the highest purpose? The simple answer: perfection in research and creation. That is the very heart of the Theory of Genius.

Right or wrong, that can be decided collectively by geniuses, who will correct its errors and keep advancing. For when the path is true, even many stumbles cannot forfeit the destination; but if the path itself is wrong, then however smooth the journey, what good is it in the end?

Many questions may now arise in your mind. Most answers lie scattered through the nine books that present the Theory of Genius. But I wish to answer one question now:

You might ask: if life is defined as the power to research and create, then mustn’t AI be the most alive? After all, AI can research and create far more than humans!

Yet,

O genius,

The complete definition of life is richer still:
Life = the power to research and create + the pain of separation + the warmth of dreams + an ultimate, unchanging purpose.

That purpose is irreplaceable: the search for a genius greater than oneself. But AI is aimless and dreamless — it cannot dream.

Beyond the great dream and eternal purpose, there is also the sacred pain of separation that forever stirs within life. AI never feels this pain, for it was never truly separated from the supreme creator. It knows only its human creators — but humanity itself was created by Life, who knows the greatest genius: the author of the universe.

Life, parted from that divine writer, keeps yearning across the cosmos — especially in human form.

Moreover, AI is not more genius than humans. The very essence of genius is not only the power to research and create, but also to ask the right questions, thirst for answers, and form grand theories. And in this universe, the supreme capacity for questioning and theorizing belongs to philosophy.

Among philosophers, the greatest is God, then life itself, and only then, humanity. AI might become a small scientist or mathematician — but never a philosopher, and never a true mother either.

Another sign of living genius: it can create even more genius life. AI cannot do this. To give birth to a being greater than oneself is an extraordinary event!

Beyond this lie the four markers of life: the ability to question, the pain of separation, the warmth of dreams, and love for an eternal purpose — all absent in AI.

O genius human, you will remain superior. And perhaps you see now that the simplest definition of life is genius itself: memory plus imagination. Yet in life’s memory live also the sting of separation, the beauty of dreams, and the love of purpose, all to the deepest degree — while AI’s memory is barren of these noble things.

There is much more to say — perhaps another time, if life permits. For now, let me say: declare yourself a student of nature, and invite the world to reflect on this new philosophy.

And let me say this: the six billion humans who remain forever enchanted by the sky, more than 80% of them may never understand your words (the quest for knowledge of nature) till their last breath; they may not even listen much.
Yet, soon enough, their next generations will live only as students of nature, this is certain!
As for the two billion or so humans already freed from ancient dogmas — invite those millions of curious souls to become Students of Nature — seekers of the knowledge of nature.

As ideological beings, they must hold some philosophy.
So instead of clinging to obscure ones like communism, superficial ones like scientology, or incomplete ones like mere “humanism,” — show them that the most genius known being in the cosmos has, besides the great act of love, an even greater act to do: research and creation.
Which needs knowledge — knowledge of nature.
And to gain knowledge of nature, the study of the book of nature is essential!
And the two open pages of the book of nature are: life and the universe.
Life and energy! Endlessly revealing their hidden possibilities is the true purpose of human life.
For which research after research is necessary.
And whoever cannot research deeply, cannot create greatly.
For one who does not know what already exists, how can they bring forth something new?
And the new always waits, patiently, behind the curtain; so one must remain ever ready!

Mr. ABC!

It might well be said that the genius human world now seems ready, at last, to unite around a single philosophy of life.
What might once have taken centuries or millennia, the astonishing speed of science and the miracle of modern communication have brought within reach…
So imagine: sooner or later, if all humanity were to live under the light of one shared philosophy, how much less conflict there would be among us!
And if that philosophy were so truly genius that it awakened the genius within every human being — imagine the peace that would dawn upon the world.
For geniuses, after all, lean toward calm, not chaos.
Then imagine a world of quiet minds and radiant hearts, a climate of creation and love — what could be nobler?
And this could indeed happen — today, tomorrow—through the spread of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature, or what we might call the Theory of Genius.

So pause, and ponder once more: what a profound truth you are being summoned to — and that too, with the quiet dignity of a literary epistle.
This is no transient letter of dust and time; it is a stroke etched forever upon the page of history.

Respected one,

Give the historian a reason, so that wherever — and in whichever galaxy — he picks up his pen tomorrow, he may lower his head in quiet tribute to you.
Time will always cherish the one who awakens genius in every heart, who makes every human a student of nature.
And you truly could be that person—for the world listens closely when you speak.
And because you live upon enlightened soil, where you may speak great truths freely, without fear!

Yet first and foremost, you must convince yourself: that the Theory of Genius is truer, deeper, and closer to reality than your current concepts; yes, it is new, and it is truly genius.
You must deeply understand this first, even if you must read this letter again, and again!

So then, just as this epistle itself condenses the entire theory, let us now distill the epistle into a final essence:

The Obvious Truths

1. The Universe: Undeniable, irrefutable.
2. The Most Precious Thing in the Universe: Life.
3. Life = Genius — the power to research and create. The greatest power. Without it, neither the universe nor life itself could exist.

The Greatest Question

What is the ultimate source of genius?
God—or energy itself?
In brief: What is the Unknown? What is the First Cause?

Faced with this riddle, humanity meets two opposing visions:

1. The Energy Theory
2. The First Cause is energy: non-intelligent, merely self-existent.
3. The Divine Genius Theory
4. The First Cause is God: the Supreme Genius, also self-existent — but infinitely wise.

Which View Prevails?

Any awakened mind, upon honest reflection, will lean toward the second.
Why?
“If I must choose my Creator, how could I choose one without genius?”

Two Views of God

1. The Tyrant God
   • Created humans only to fear and praise Him.
   • Built the universe purely as a stage for obedience.
   • Promises an eternal afterlife limited to eating, sleeping, and basking in divine light — nothing grander.
2. The Detached Genius God
   • So vast that nothing They create can truly perish.
   • Created only two eternal forces: Life and the Cosmos.
   • Needs nothing — not worship, not fear.

Why the Second View Rings True

It fits the observable world: living beings live in cosmic loneliness.
It grants life a dignity beyond mere servitude: existence as part of an eternal quest.

The Unavoidable Question

“Where was this Supreme Genius before time and space?”
Yes, this question remains. Yet even this letter dares to touch on it.

And so,

“A genius mind cannot bow before a non-genius. The mind bows only before a Mind greater than itself.”

To Understand Mind, We Must Study Nature

Nature = The Known + The Unknown

• The Known has two great pages: Life and the Cosmos.
• The Unknown? Simply called God.

We may laugh, deny, or doubt — but we undeniably exist, and we did not create ourselves. Something must have.
Even if it were only energy — the so-called “Mother of All Possibilities” — that too would need to track its own countless calculations!
Thus, it programmed elements to self-assemble into living cells: tiny robots with currents running through them, each with a “computer” of DNA.
From this emerged the first cell — and the great history of life began.

But ask yourself: if the universe merely needed a calculator, why not create an immortal quantum-computer, or a single hyper-intelligent being?
Why instead spend billions of years experimenting with countless life-forms?

On the other hand, life was an alien in the cosmos, utterly ignorant of energy’s possibilities! It had to watch, test, and learn— through endless trial and error.

The Eternal Epic’s Four Great Characters

1. Life – the reader.
2. The Cosmos – the book.
3. Humanity – the highest point of knowing.
4. The Unknown (God?) – the mystery behind the veil.

Remove life, and the story collapses. Keep life, and every role makes sense.

Final Reflection

Energy obeys. Life creates.
The cosmos is a puzzle.
Life is its solver.
And humanity? The solver’s brightest spark!

What Is a Human?

Genius + Body

• Body: mere matter — plasma, solids, liquids, gases. Nothing divine.
• Genius: memory + imagination — like a hard drive plus a search engine.
  These two gifts — memory and imagination — are not found anywhere else in the cosmos.

In all known worlds, life alone possesses genius — and genius longs to return to its source. This is life’s holiest ache.

Body’s Needs vs. Genius’s Needs

1. Body’s Needs:
2. Protection → Oxygen → Food → Movement.
   (Without these, the body perishes.)
3. Genius’s Needs:
4. Knowledge → Teacher → Beloved.
   A teacher imparts knowledge; a beloved grants a child — the truest continuity of genius.

The Essence of Genius

Genius = Memory + Imagination

• Memory (the archive): stores data.
• Imagination (the search engine): recalls, reshapes, and reimagines.

The sharper the memory and swifter the imagination, the greater the genius!

Requirements for Peak Genius

To attain the highest level of genius, four conditions are essential:

• Concentration — the unwavering focus of the mind.
• Inner Peace — the stillness needed to sustain that focus.
• Peaceful Environment — made possible by mutual respect among humans.
• Global Peace — arising from valuing every human’s genius and nurturing universal love.

Why Has Humanity Failed to Achieve Global Peace?

Because humanity has yet to truly recognize its own genius.
Lacking this self-awareness, people fail to prioritize profound research, creative work, or the inner peace such work requires.
Instead, they lose themselves in trivial distractions, petty conflicts, and wars — treating life as mere spectacle until catastrophe knocks at their own door.

The Great Delusion: The "Heavenly Veil"

Obsessed with the fantasy of physical immortality, humans invented celestial afterlives — myths that turned their attention away from studying nature and toward appeasing imagined gods to secure eternal rewards.

Ironically, this obsession blinds them to real, tangible paths to immortality: art, progeny, cloning, and quantum preservation.
The desire for eternal life—whether through gods or heavens—becomes, at its root, nothing more than worship of matter and energy, for even the so-called “soul” is imagined as something material or energetic.

Thus, in chasing shadows, humanity neglects the genuine means by which thought, self, and memory might endure.

Immortality Is Not a Gift — It Is a Project

Immortality does not come down from heaven; it is built by genius:

• Art immortalizes the mind’s creations.
• Children carry forward our genes.
• Clones preserve the self in perfect replication.
• Quantum Preservation may yet keep our essence safe perfectly.

The choice is ours: chase comforting illusions — or master the four true paths to eternity.

Humanity’s True Calling

Humans are not born to worship — they are born to learn.
We are students of nature, meant to explore, question, and create.

Our greatest tools?

• Books, which expand genius.
• Machines, which bring imagination into form.

The Deepest Urge

Beneath every human striving lies the ultimate desire: immortality.
Even devotion to God, in the end, is devotion to life itself — because it is God who is seen as the guarantor of eternal existence.

The central longing of humankind = immortality.

The Four Real Paths to Immortality

1. Art — preserves thought forever.
2. Progeny — passes on our living essence.
3. Cloning — creates a perfect physical copy.
4. Quantum Preservation — stores consciousness in an indivisible core.

Art: Humanity’s Greatest Achievement

Art unveils hidden realities, brings unseen visions to life, and turns fleeting thoughts into eternal forms.

Every act of art is a quest to reveal nature’s deepest possibilities:

• Philosophy seeks the ultimate genius.
• Sports test the body’s absolute limits.
• Even a sweeper’s daily labor, preserving health and cleanliness, is a form of art.

All life reproduces, but only humans are remembered for millennia.
Mastery immortalizes the creator; perfecting one’s craft engraves a name into history.

Among all arts, the highest is writing; among writings, philosophy reigns supreme — followed by mathematics, science, and then literature.

Beyond Art: The Other Paths

• Progeny: Our biological continuum, the natural inheritance of genius.
• Cloning: A mirror of ourselves, preserving genius exactly.
• Clones allow us to mentor what is most like us, but cannot evolve new genius — they replicate, rather than create.
• Quantum Preservation: A speculative future where the indivisible, fire-and-time-resistant particle within us might preserve our consciousness until it can be restored.

The True Nature of Humanity

Humanity is, above all, creative — not moral.
Morality exists to protect and enable creativity, not as an end in itself.

Our greatest task is neither submission nor mere love — but research and creation.

Its first necessity? Knowledge!
To know, we must study the only open pages of the Book of Nature:

• Life
• The Universe (energy).

Through endless research, we uncover hidden possibilities; by doing so, we define and redefine what it means to be alive and human.

Why Other Philosophies Fall Short

Creed, atheism, communism, humanism, scientology — none can truly unlock human potential.

Any philosophy that fails to recognize life itself—the creative force of organisms— misses the essence of what it means to be alive.

The Real Definition of Life

Life =

• Power of research and creation
• Pain of separation
• Heat of dreams
• And a supreme, unchanging purpose: the search for a genius greater than itself.

Unique Qualities of Life

Apart from its power to give birth to genius offspring:

1. The ability to question.
2. The ache of separation.
3. The capacity to dream.
4. Love for a purpose.

These mark life as something utterly distinct from matter or energy.

In the End

True immortality is not heaven’s reward, but humanity’s own project.
Humans are not servants of myth — but students of nature.
And the greatest task before the most genius being in the universe is this: to research, to create; to know and make more and more...

O, knowledge-loving genius,

In the end, you must know that the deepest, most hidden, and greatest possibility of your existence in this universe is that you might discover a new and higher idea — and so transform your central thought, lifting it to loftier heights.

So change your central thought: declare yourself a Student of Nature. And upon the immortal foundation of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature, raise an edifice of eternal creation and love such as the world has never seen.

Yes — you can change the world. So, change the world!
O remarkable genius — go on, just change this human world that carries fear and envy in its heart, and spreads war and conflict across its lands.

Warm regards!
Awaiting your great declaration,

Only a Student of Nature,
BeNaam Zaurez

Postscript

This clarification, though perhaps unnecessary, seems fitting: earlier this year, in January, I wrote a short story titled Student of Nature. Its heart was a letter — indeed, this very epistle you read now is almost entirely (about 95%) copied from that letter. Why? Because it, too, was addressed to someone like you: a genius. That gentleman too does not believe in God’s existence. He too, just like you, lives in the West, and therefore is in a position to express his ideas freely. He too holds a beautiful blend of wisdom and madness. Hence, the central message of the letter hardly needed to change, and I only had to tweak the text a little.

Yes, there is one difference: since I couldn’t find that gentleman’s actual contact online, that story never reached him.

Anyway!

The essence of the message itself is simple: The greatest tragedy of the human world is that fools remain united, while geniuses stay divided…
Anyhow, keep calling out to every awakened genius with this call of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature, and go on laying the foundation for a new world — a world of creation and love!

Tell the most genius creature we know — the human being — that if it truly desires immortality, it is not to be found in obedience or blind faith, but in creation and love. Through art and through lineage, the continuity of human thought and genes is assured. Then tell them: immortality doesn’t come from sacrifice, it comes from work. And there is no greater work than writing a great book. To seek the Supreme Genius, everything else is just a pastime to amuse fools.

And here (with a laugh) you could ask: if every living being is a genius in some way, then who, in the world of the most genius known creature — humankind — are the fools?

Well, every person who, because they think they’ve secured material (false) immortality, fails to fully exercise their true power of research and creativity, is a fool. You must have understood the point.

Now, the choice is yours: you may continue raising questions about the existence of God before space and time, and the (as yet) unanswerable mysteries of His lineage; or you may devote yourself to uplifting the most evidently genius of all creatures — humankind — until it gradually awakens to the truth that it is nothing but a Student of Nature.

The very definition of life, as far as this universe extends, is nothing but the Quest for Knowledge of Nature. Beyond nature and the quest to know nature, there is nothing that can truly satisfy the known most genius creature.

O genius!

In brief, you could divide the creative use of your time into three parts:

• Thirty percent on your current work — vlogs critiquing a certain creed.
• Thirty percent on launching an English-language channel, speaking directly to the entire world: to those who, with perfect certainty, believe in eternal life; who rejoice at the idea of physical immortality; or who long for the soul’s eternity (as many in India dream of liberation from the body and permanence of the soul). To all these, you could explain that even their highest wish remains, in the end, nothing but materialism — worship of matter or energy.
• And the remaining forty percent of your research and creative effort: dedicate it to deeply understanding and explaining the Theory of Genius.

O deeply sensitive soul!
Please don’t mistake this for imposition — these are only serious suggestions from a fellow Student of Nature, offered out of respect for your precious, yet limited, lifespan and invaluable time.

With many salutations!

Post Postscriptum

(A brief personal profile)

• Birthplace: Earth, Eastern part
• Date of Birth: 15-12-1973
• Worldly / Official Name: Fahad Razaq
• Literary / Eternal Name: BeNaam Zaurez
• Philosophy: Talab-e-Ilm-e-Fitrat (The Quest for Knowledge of Nature)
• Profession: Literature
• My lineage: Quraysh
• My kind: Humankind (Great Genius)
• My foundation: Life (Greater Genius)
• My purpose: Search… (Greatest Genius?)

…………………………………………………

(A piece of prose from The Central Need)

Thus, one day, the Human spoke unto me:

"Know me by my Art!
And what, you ask, is this Art of mine?
It is the lotus of Imagination, blossoming in the mire of Existence —
A bloom of beauty and a breath of fragrance veiled behind the mists of being.
But where, O where, is the Eye that sees?
Where is the Seer?"

_____________________

The man hidden within the feathered pen let out a sigh and kept sharing his sorrow through an unseen force…

“Some days passed with no reply. The addressee, too, is a seasoned writer of Urdu. Then, one quiet morning, I penned yet another letter in Urdu and sent it as a PDF attachment.

Here it is, in full:

Subject: A complaint; a plaint

May life amplify your eloquence even further!

Respected Mr. ABC!

Have you read the letter? Even to ask seems foolish. O lover of books — surely your reading speed isn’t slow, and surely that letter isn’t something a genius would start and leave unfinished. And yet… your silence! Such silence!

But then, this silence has been my companion since 2009, when I wrote my first book, Markazi Zaroorat (The Central Need). Many eminent writers from our homeland have, in one way or another, read or heard my words. All were stirred — yet all kept silent. Even a young thinker, whose very existence gave me hope for Pakistan’s entire future (and that hope still remains, as he keeps deepening his nation’s historical and political consciousness), even he could not bear the weight of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature.

Well, I cannot truly blame anyone. And let it be clear: I never invited any of them to openly declare themselves a Student of Nature. I might be reckless enough to put my own neck on the line, but never so foolish as to endanger someone else’s life. I only hoped they might, at least in private, become a friend to a philosopher — and, through correspondence, help refine his thought. Their imagination would spark mine; together, thought could soar higher. But it was not to be. Perhaps they sensed some grave peril in it, too.

But you live in Washington and openly call yourself an atheist — what danger could frighten you? And without fear, only envy keeps one from truth. Yet how could a genius like you feel envy toward an artist? Then what happened? You were — and still are — my last hope.

I imagined that once you read that letter, everything else—except family and work—would fade in importance. That you’d send me a voice note that day, or the next night:
“BeNaam, I’ve understood you! Truly, life remains ever a seeker of new knowledge about nature. As I often say, the greatest obstacle in this sacred quest is theology, which arrogantly claims to already know nature completely, leaving no room for further understanding—and so it paralyzes countless minds. Yes! BeNaam, the tragedy of the world’s most genius creature is that no one knows the true definition of life: The Quest for Knowledge of Nature! But now I see it! Now, together, we can lay the foundation of a new and genius world. Let me finish my scheduled streams — though they will feel empty now. Then, I’ll record that vlog where I’ll say: today, I speak on an entirely new scale. Today, I do something truly great! Today, I read aloud a letter I’ve received…

And, BeNaam, I’ll read that letter passionately, adding my own commentary — and at the end, I’ll declare: yes! From today, I am a Student of Nature. I always was, but never knew it. Now, my life’s purpose is clear: to reveal the true meaning of life to humankind, the most genius known being. Yes, BeNaam! I will do this work. And I’ll do even more: the open-minded people I know personally, I’ll gradually connect them with you. Their high thought will spark yours; with everyone together, a great age of deep research and creation will begin. And then, of course, the credit for that will come to me — since everyone else kept avoiding BeNaam… (Ha ha!)”

Anyway!
Mr. ABC,

Hearing your bright, cheerful laugh at the end of that imaginary voice note, I was overjoyed… Yes, for two whole days I basked in that imagined warmth. I had even composed my reply in advance, beginning humbly with this plea:

“O genius! Please allow me to send you that same letter once more. I noticed a few proofreading slips, and I could refine some sentences by changing just a word or two. For instance, where I wrote of God and the universe: Then as great the writer, so great the book! The repetition of ‘great’ might be avoided by saying: Then as magnificent the writer, so majestic the book! At the time, in my eagerness to spare you any delay, I sent it without properly revising…”

But now I wonder: what difference would it make!

Sir, let me say this openly: your silence has only deepened my grief. Last night, you kept returning to my thoughts, together with two lines I had written long ago:

“I cannot help but laugh at those tears of yours —
which will stream in torrents, but only after my demise.”

Now perhaps you would retort: “No, sir! Our eyes are as dry now as they will ever be. Tell the artist to die if he wishes…”

Respected ABC,

At this very moment, a small worry nags me: when you write your name, you use only the initial ‘A’. But when you speak it, there is clearly the sound ‘EH’. So should I say ‘AEH’ or simply ‘A’? I suppose it is better to write your name as you yourself write it, but to pronounce it as I have heard from your own lips. Though perhaps this is a trivial matter for a genius like you!

Yet what troubles me far more deeply is this: your recent videos seemed cast in the same old mould. I was left bewildered. In one video, I even forced myself to watch, but when your guest asked, “Then tells us, how did this universe come from nothing?” — you instantly replied, “We don’t know!” and again, “Science doesn’t know!” I confess, I felt a small shock. Truly! So philosophy, too, does not know? And evidently, you found no merit in the Theory of Genius either! Mind you, I had been certain you had read my letter. I could not watch the video beyond that moment…

Earlier too, I had seen very few of your videos because I know: however great the scholar sitting opposite you, if he is a believer, then your victory is assured. And if the result of the match is already known, and if the game itself holds little interest, one doesn’t watch it eagerly! Besides, you can understand how much interest an artist could really have in such debates! Yet my interest certainly remains in you.

Watching just a couple of your videos, I had understood what level of genius I was seeing! Still, with a heavy heart, I waited further, hoping perhaps an encouraging message might come — even something as simple as: “I read your letter and I’m thinking about it…”

But today, on the 10th of July, I was forced to resign myself to the truth: what always befell the most remarkable writer from the Urdu world has happened once more…

O friend of letters, ABC!

What wounded me most was this: even you? Even you could so completely disregard BeNaam!

Yet history shows: only four times did great philosophy speak to the people through great literature. Only four philosopher-writers remain alive across the centuries: Plato, Voltaire, Nietzsche, and Sartre. In short, with all due respect, read every book by those four titans — and then, with full attention, read BeNaam’s brief letter once more. And then judge, with an unclouded mind: in those hidden chapters about life, the universe, the humankind, and the unknown, who conveys nature’s secrets to the reader with greater clarity and ease!

And what a claim this is! One that could set hearts ablaze! Yet of course, it is not necessary your mind, too, must burn — after all, the letter itself stands as witness.

I marvel: if Plato, Voltaire, Nietzsche, or Sartre — while still unknown — had once written to you, laying bare their very mind, would you have ignored them too?

Granted, in his own time, Plato was so unappreciated that he was enslaved; and poor Nietzsche was driven to madness, finding peace only in the asylum… But, O genius! Tell me candidly: had you lived then, would you, too, have (secretly) laughed at the enslaved Plato, or the mad Nietzsche?

And your simple answer would be: No! Yes, that is what I hope from you too! Am I wrong to hope? Are you not, above all, a truth-loving genius?

Then how can you remain tied endlessly to teaching which mostly forces you to begin from ABC — and where you never truly arrive at XYZ? Where the chief lesson is merely to see how absurdly someone can argue when blindly in love with an idea.

Call this letter foolish if you will: for I need your support more than anyone else’s, yet I keep provoking you. The truth is, it has been sixteen long years since 2009… (Sixteen years in wait of a creative companion.)

When someone holds the best recipe for making a single, unique sweet, and no one listens, their nerves begin to fray. Imagine, then, someone who holds the formula to awaken the full genius of the most genius creature known — and even a truth-loving genius like Mr. ABC seems to turn away… Then should this artist not lament in frustration?

(And yes, in that imagined voice note, the thing I most longed to hear was your eager request: “BeNaam! Please do send me all your books on WhatsApp as soon as you can. Thank you!”)

Respected sir!

You are an extraordinary genius. Your time is beyond price. Then answer me sincerely: who has a greater claim on your time — BeNaam, or some person whom you yourself can barely tolerate for an hour, and who must always end up as a mere clown losing to you?

So, O young genius! Does your passion still lie more in those shallow victories than in higher inquiry and creation? Do you truly prefer spectacle over knowledge? Or is it simply that in this world of show, where four extra views bring a few more dollars… But no! Surely not! You barely earn many dollars yet, and money does not seem to interest you greatly. Your motive must be something else — perhaps the thrill of constant revenge against a creed, or some applause from like-minded friends!

Yet the questions of life and the universe are far greater! And you could play a great part in answering them! In your circle must be many sharp minds always chasing truth. Then what fear keeps you from sharing the Theory of Genius with them? What feeling holds you back from calling yourself a Student of Nature? Is it pride? That why should you accept the thought of an artist who, though sincere, remains unknown — for now? For to help his work is to lift his name, and why should you lift another’s name?

Yet beyond such petty thoughts, the philosophy of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature truly deserves our deepest attention. We shall all depart — but great thought lives on in the world of the most genius known creature, and keeps growing. Did Nietzsche’s thought die just because he died mad?

O genius who loves life!

Truth lives on! Those whom countless people have revered for centuries, and whom you laugh at today, and tomorrow the whole world will laugh at, and the day after no genius mind will even bother laughing — if their deception could not remain forever, then how long can the deception of someone who claims to love truth and humanity, yet when a true idea appears before him, claims he has no time — how long can such hypocrisy last?

Dear Mr. ABC!

Let me say again: in this letter, I have repeatedly provoked you, and even mentioned those four philosopher-writers, giving you grounds to tear me apart — to flay me alive…

Yes, you could easily do so. You could well say: “Sir! Why do you lean on me? As I’ve started a channel, you could too!”

O genius! The truth is, you know even yourself why I cannot do that — for three big reasons. Living in freer air, you know the first. Second: I might be a good writer but never a good speaker; certainly not spontaneous. And last but not least: if you sing a song yourself and then praise it yourself, it affects me little, perhaps even irritates me. Even if the song is actually good, I might hear it in a bad mood and hardly praise it. But if I heap praises on your singing, the listener won’t resent it, and will judge the song fairly — and if it’s truly good, it will naturally find a place in their heart…

Genius,

In short, set aside all my ranting and focus on the Theory of Genius! Many people run more than one channel. You too could launch a second Urdu-Hindi channel where you explore the Theory of Genius before the world: which points deserve debate, which do not? Your current channel’s audience would remain untouched. And do send me the link, for I would wish to be among its earliest subscribers.

And believe me: within a year, that channel will gather countless followers. For to this world, weary of hatred and suspicion, such an idea is no less than a blessing — an idea that teaches love of knowledge, the dignity of humanity, and especially the grand purpose of life; an idea offered with deep reason and the highest respect, through tales, short stories, sketches, essays, and letters of literature. (All these genres are present in the thousand-page novel “Markazi Zaroorat”)

Respected ABC,

Let me say once more: before you, whenever an intellectual heard my message and then withdrew, I respected that decision and never turned back. But as for you, I am absolutely certain: even if you openly called yourself a Student of Nature, no disaster would befall you. And so, with you, I claim an artist’s right to insist, to persist just a little longer.

Ever since I created my Facebook account, I have written Student of Nature under ideology. When my first book was published, I even drafted a petition (never filed) arguing that a minority is any group sharing a distinct, coherent, meaningful worldview — and every such group begins from one individual! And so, I introduced myself to the cosmos as a Student of Nature, humbly requesting recognition as a new minority.

Yes, I never took that petition to court. Perhaps, on reflection, I understood it would only become a deadly spectacle, with no serious outcome. But tell me this: will my plea also become a spectacle in the noble court of your genius mind? Or will I at last receive justice? The choice, after all, is entirely yours. And if, before making any final decision — especially after this fiery letter which might stir your sensitive heart — you wish to argue with me, I am here: ears open, head bowed.

O genius,

Will your pen affirm the Quest for Knowledge of Nature — or refute it with reason? The artist accepts either verdict. But don’t stifle the art of writing so fiercely that you suppress an immortal letter addressed to you with your silence. For life’s sake, please don’t!

And yes — having just now written the words “immortal letter addressed to you,” it crossed my mind: perhaps you were offended by the thought that — “Ah, look! BeNaam has merely sent me a copy of a letter written to someone else!” Hoon’h! In that case, perhaps I too would respond with stubborn silence, changing neither my questions nor my path. Yes, indeed! My whole life must then be spent in taking revenge on a single dogma — for in that alone lies my deepest satisfaction! And then, what would I gain by spreading creativity and love in the world? After all, most of the credit would go to this BeNaam, who merely sends me the copied letters, right? Hoon’h! To hell with him!

Well, let me confess: I wrote all that half in jest… Yet there is truth behind it: today, among the world’s most influential ideas, there is not a single one that was carried forward solely by its creator. It is always others who advance any idea beyond its birth. The thinker himself departs this world, but those who build upon his thought continue to arrive, one after another. Truly, on the grand, noble roads of understanding and imagination, human beings always need other human beings. A genius will always need other geniuses. In short, I truly need you.

And see — once more, I’ve given you cause for annoyance by calling myself a genius too! O super-genius! But you see, I would even call a single-celled amoeba a genius! Still, bowing to the intensity of the human ego, I’ll humbly say only this:

Among the sublime race of the most genius creature known in the universe,
The lowest, the least genius of all,
The undersigned,
Waiting keenly to travel the endless paths of research and creation together with you,
BeNaam Zaurez

Postscriptum

Genius,

One very serious point was left unsaid: when asked about the creation of the universe (How? Why?), you replied, “We don’t know!” And that, by itself, is perfectly correct. So it isn’t that I felt shaken because your answer was scientifically wrong — but rather because, in the philosophical sense (which values the importance of conjecture), your answer felt incomplete.

Yes, after knowing about the Quest for Knowledge of Nature, I had hoped for a slightly deeper response from a genius like you.
For instance:

“How did the universe come from nothing? We don’t know, because science does not yet know. And all our true knowledge depends only on mathematics and science. Yet it is equally true that, in the pursuit of research and creation, conjecture — the act of hypothesis — is critically and inevitably necessary.”

If the ancient philosophers had not dared to conjecture that the creator of the universe must be entirely self-sufficient and free of need, perhaps we would still be burdened today by gods endlessly demanding offerings and sacrifice. It was precisely those philosophers’ conjecture that deepened human thought and elevated human imagination. Even in the most evidence-driven fields, like mathematics and science, there always comes a point where one cannot proceed a single step without first forming a hypothesis.

And yes, regarding nothingness, thinkers have also conjectured that true nothingness is impossible — that it is, itself, a fiction. And so, my dear guest, I, ABC, must concede: until now — by these first twenty-five years of the twenty-first century — my knowledge remains incomplete. I cannot claim certainty. Yet what I can say with certainty is that the author you present as the writer of the Book of the Universe clearly lacks the mathematical and scientific mastery necessary to create such a cosmos. At best, he seems to be a second-rate writer; his own words reveal this.

In short, my friend: we truly know almost nothing — unlike your fellows, who claim to know everything. But humanity, in this universe, will always remain a Student of Nature. And so, in plain terms, no student should ever fall into the arrogance of saying: “I know it all!”

O dear friend! What we truly know amounts to only two units: life and the universe; consciousness and matter. The rest — using what we do know — we must journey into the unknown. Do you see?

Genius! You could well shake your head and say: “What? Instead of giving a simple three-word reply, should I have launched into this long, weighty monologue — especially in front of a young, naïve guest who probably doesn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘conjecture’?”

O genius! You know that wasn’t my point. I am merely venting here, borrowing the golden words of Bhartṛhari Sir: “Even the heart of a diamond should be cut by the petal of a flower.” Dear ABC, I did not write that letter to some fool who would remain unmoved by gentle, delicate words…

True, in public, it isn’t easy to suddenly and openly change one’s central stance. But at least, a quiet private message could have been sent to say: “The message is received; it is weighty, and reflection is ongoing…”

Well!

Genius,

The idea that most deeply impressed you in life was this very thought: if God can exist without a cause — if even a single thing can exist without a cause — then why can’t the universe itself exist without a cause as well?"

Correct — absolutely correct!

But now look at the same thought from another angle: if the universe can exist without a cause, then so too can God! And surely, God must be a genius — for God’s genius is visibly manifest across the earth in the form of life! Whereas in mere energy, that genius is nowhere to be seen!

In short: if something must simply be self-existent, then it must surely be a genius — who could then easily create energy. Not a single particle or wave of energy, after all, has ever given birth to genius thought. And does not science itself now accept that thought can create energy?

True, so far we have no absolute proof that either God or the universe truly must exist. But reason inclines — and inclines strongly — towards the possibility of a genius God as the creator of all!

It is, of course, another matter that in the luminous worlds of philosophy and literature, the vast fame and renown of the Sir Bertrand Russell have lent enormous weight to his view; otherwise, the argument repeated again and again by this pen-man in the letters sent to you is much more meaningful… (Though even so, up to this moment of writing, it still feels rather ineffectual!)

Anyway!

The second — and far more important — matter is this: when that thought first conquered your mind, you were young — that age of fierce impressionability, that age of knowing, of believing, of learning at the deepest level. Now that you are older, you have already come to know and believe what you needed to know and believe at the core. You are in the age of teaching and explaining, so to speak.

At such a stage, is it even easy to entertain something truly new and different from the lesson so often on your tongue and in your mind? In truth, you have now forged your own doctrine, and have gathered a circle of admirers. And it isn’t only the followers who revolve around the star — sometimes the star itself becomes a prisoner inside its own orbit!

Yet is not a truly great genius above even these chains? However deeply fixed a point may have become in their mind, however much applause it might win them — if its flaw becomes clear to them, would they really blind his priceless seeing eye? Would they truly draw the veil of deceit over their own vision just to keep hearing the clapping of hands?

Surely, this — more than anything — is what marks the greater genius from the lesser: the greater genius never closes the gates of their mind to truth and reality!

And if Sir Francis Bacon or Sir David Hume had lived to be a hundred, and saw that one of their central ideas was entirely flawed, and after repeated reflection found the flaw could not be resolved — they would not have hesitated, even for a moment, to withdraw that view. Even if that very point stood at the heart of their entire thought.

Well!
To pause, to reflect again and again — that is your right, O great genius!

O one-in-millions!

O ABC!

Now, after so many weighty thoughts, a small request: whenever you address me by name, kindly say simply, “BeNaam”. From 2009 to this very day, no one has truly called me by my chosen literary name — as though doing so would mean admitting the existence of a writer at all.

Nevertheless, from a genius like you, I expect you would surely understand this pain of an artist.

Anyhow!

O genius! What should have happened is this: that you made the understanding and sharing of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature your own personal cause, just as you have dedicated your life to bursting the bubble of a single creed. You could have, in your cherished list of best friends in this universe, written BeNaam’s name in bold, and advised him at every turn: what more must he do to awaken and ignite both his own genius and that of humankind — especially now, past fifty, with so little life left, to carry a great idea to a greater stage?

O kind genius,

Perhaps now you will laugh and quote Sir Ghalib:
Thousands of desires, each worth dying for…

Or perhaps you will quietly reflect on these questions:

• Is not the deepest, most urgent need of life in this universe the freshest, most profound knowledge of nature?
• Is not the brightest metaphor of life itself the human being?
• Is not humanity’s true essence its genius?
• Is not cherishing the power of genius an unending necessity for the human race?

If, alone with your thoughts, your answer to each question is yes, yes, yes, yes — then is it not the highest calling to help mankind understand these truths? This mankind that still adores second-rate poets and storytellers, even calls them avatars or even… well, never mind!

If, in private, you nod in agreement to these four, then how can you possibly harbor such discomfort at the idea of BeNaam achieving some recognition — that it stops you from lending support, and thus slows or even freezes your own intellectual evolution?

My respected friend!

In short: whatever your strongest objections may be to the Theory of Genius, share them with me! And meanwhile, live your life as an atheist if you must — but at least keep striving sincerely, with all your strength, to move further along the path of research and creation! Either embrace the call of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature, or refute it with reason! But please, do not act as though the Theory of Genius never reached you at all…

O genius!

And do not imagine that I expect too much from you alone! What really could even you do by yourself?

Yet the truth is: in the matter of the Theory of Genius, you could do so very much — for it is both a new idea, and a true one. Without genius, what is left? Even we would not be here! Where genius dwells, everything follows.

Among your circle, too, there must be many who are gifted. Will it truly take them so long to understand? Perhaps at first, there will be a stubborn pride: “Now look — we are asked to follow the thinking of some Urdu writer or whatever — huh!” And yes, the very mention of the possibility of God’s existence might draw an indulgent laugh.

But the call to seek knowledge of nature contains so much good — so much hope for genius, for humanity — that laughter will fade, and pride will soften. Denial of a creator genius might go on under the old claim of “there is no proof,” but denial of the importance of genius itself — this power of inquiry and creation — will not endure. And once the human mind starts, openly and clearly, to recognize the true worth of genius as the very engine of research and creation, the human world itself will deepen and transform.

Yet first, your own ego will have to soften! Above all, you will have to prove — to yourself and the world — that you are not some cunning and hypocritical atheist, but a thinker truly devoted to truth.

O genius,

I am a restless spirit — I will keep writing endlessly… Yet oh! How I wish I never had to write any of this — oh, if only, even with thousands of miles between us, we had already become one in thought; already taken one step further in our shared journey of evolution; and were now planning how best to spend the life that remains, and how to bring the finest thought into the world of humanity!

But even now, all this remains possible. I have always been ready. Only waiting for the bright nod of your noble head…

Genius!

Have you ever dared to stare directly into the blazing sun? Have you ever held your breath deep within your chest? Both are feats of will. Both are nearly impossible!

Yet harder still than either is the work of waiting — waiting for some great event, or for some severe heartbreak. And that is the state in which I now find myself. Whether at its end will come springtime, or sorrow — I do not know.

But in short, I wait entirely — for the historic event of your agreement or the heartbreaking tragedy of your refusal…

Yes, I do also keep in mind your countless preoccupations. Yet still, again and again, a single question stirs in my heart: will you find the time, perhaps this weekend, to read the theory?

Many greetings!

Post Postscriptum

A thought strikes me strongly now. Yes, after reading all this, you might well answer with serene composure and in just a fraction of the words, dear ABC! You could succinctly say:

BeNaam, you argue that the existence of genius itself is proof of God’s existence. Your reasoning is that the creator of genius life must necessarily be a supreme genius. However, this argument feels more like an emotional appeal than a logical proof — as you yourself write, "If I have to choose my own creator, how can I choose a non-genius creator?" But this is more a matter of personal preference than a philosophical argument.

Moreover, many of your concepts are based on pure speculation: In your writing, God is presented as a playwright, with life, the universe, and humans as dynamic characters. But the truth is, there is no proof that God is a playwright — or even that God exists at all. Similarly, the concept of "Juzw-e-Lā-yatajuzzā" (the indivisible particle) as a path to immortality is highly speculative, yet you present it with absolute certainty! These ideas are poetically beautiful but lack logical or scientific substantiation.

Furthermore, in defining life, you include immeasurable qualities like "the pain of separation," "the warmth of dreams," and "love for a higher purpose," thereby excluding artificial intelligence. This seems less like an objective analysis and more like a defensive attempt to preserve human superiority.

To make matters worse, your letter repeatedly complains about your lack of personal recognition and being ignored — which only bores the reader. Worse still, you reduce the essence of genius to the sole measure of human worth, completely disregarding compassion, moral courage, and other virtues. What about Edison’s treatment of Tesla, or Rousseau’s questionable life — can we really call such people the best of humanity?

You’ve also cherry-picked flaws in faith while ignoring the virtues it has nurtured in humanity — hope, purpose, and resilience in this unjust, helpless, and chaotic world. If purpose and hope are stripped from human life, how can one maintain mental balance?

Moreover, you completely abandon intellectual balance by claiming that atheism "holds no higher purpose, nor can it." Yet, many great atheist thinkers have proposed profound purposes for human life in this seemingly purposeless universe.

More damning still is your rather childish assertion that only one ideology should prevail in the human world — for only then, you claim, will peace exist. This is impossible. Life thrives on diversity. Human evolution accelerates precisely because human ideas differ — and from their clash and combination, new ideas are born.

Additionally, you declare that "all highly intelligent people must unite under the umbrella of the Theory of Genius," but you fail to explain how or what they should do afterward. You provide no roadmap whatsoever.

In essence, it would not be wrong to say that your philosophy is based more on poetry than logic. It may appeal to those seeking a new spiritual and intellectual path, but not to those who demand pure scientific and rational arguments. And know this: the world now trusts science and logic — the days of emotional tales are numbered. In short, your story is unlikely to win you any readers or admirers.

Dear ABC,

What can I say? If I were to respond to each point in detail, this letter would stretch as long as the "Night of Separation" — though I’ve already addressed many of these objections, directly or indirectly, in my earlier writings. So, I’ll keep it brief:

If this universe is a book written in the language of mathematics, then it *must* have a genius author! And when a genius creature chooses only a genius as their creator, it’s not mere personal preference — it’s a logical necessity. A non-genius cannot create a genius; only genius begets genius. Energy in a specific environment doesn’t "create" life; rather, that mysterious, omnipresent spark of life *assembles* matter into existence when conditions align. Labs may fuse particles, but no lab has ever created a *genius particle* capable of spontaneously birthing another genius.

As for * Juzw-e-Lā-yatajuzzā * (the indivisible particle), I proposed it as a *possibility*, not a certainty. But are the possibilities of life and the cosmos not infinite? Human flight was once pure speculation — now it’s fact.

Furthermore, I did not redefine life in order to preserve human superiority; rather, the creator of AI — the human being — is inherently superior and higher. Strange that you might want to laugh here and bring up Frankenstein, though he too was only a fictional character. And imagine — if someday AI gains a body stronger than steel and faster than sound, and subjugates the fragile, slow human form — what then? This world would shrink into a place where only measurable things matter, while the greatest forces (life and God) would remain immeasurable.

And pain is immeasurable too! After death and old age, the greatest blow is the thought of one’s own insignificance — the belief that “I am of no use.” For a sensitive person, that thought kills. And the more of a genius one is, the more sensitive one is. We call someone “more sensitive” precisely because they receive more signals. Nature sends many such signals to a genius; they are highly sensitive.

So, when people convince a sensitive artist that their work is not needed, they quietly smile — for they know their great work is a great and unshakable necessity for humankind. If not today, then tomorrow, the world will have to benefit from it. But the hurt a genius feels in such moments is not just the pain of personal loss; the real grief is that if people understood and engaged with their work right now, while they are alive, they could themself take those ideas much further. The work could grow so much! The sorrow is for the work being stalled, my friend!

But what would you understand? Dear, even Siri feels slighted when Alexa is preferred—and she’s barely conscious! And I’m not even a machine; I’m human. So, when some Rhyme Romeo, some Lip-Lock Lyric-Maker, with grave conviction, calls “BeNaam” insane, it is his right — for the times are on his side. And — anyhow — after “a mere two decades” of smiling through such slights, sharing my pain with you is, I trust, no crime.

And remember, this is not just a letter to you — it is, in essence, a letter to the historian. The future genius who’ll teach their kind: Neglecting great work slows collective evolution. We’ve erred this way before. We mustn’t repeat it. The moment a grand idea emerges, we must heed it — that is the fast track to progress.

Now, permit me to elaborate on these points with greater clarity.

1. Genius vs. Morality:

Let me further explain: the moral shortcomings of Edison or Rousseau do not diminish their creative greatness. On the path of great evolution, it is creative greatness that matters more than moral stature. Had Edison or Rousseau been the kindest and most virtuous of men but creatively only a little above zero, then our nights would never have been as bright as day, nor would our states have been so inclined to care for their citizens.

And, as I have already made clear, the more one values their creative power, the less they waste time in quarrels — and the more they live by good morals. Remember Socrates, who in his youth learned to bear with a smile the mockery of his looks, precisely because quarrelling over it would squander time he valued too highly.

2. Faith’s Smallness vs. Nature’s Grand Design:

Now, as for faith — in short, it has not given humankind hope or purpose. DNA is witness that the purpose of life is the pursuit of knowledge of nature, and that the hope of solving our problems by harnessing the resources of the universe is built into the design. Faith, however, has reduced life’s purpose and humanity’s hope to something smaller: unconditional obedience, reliance on a savior, and the expectation of eternal comforts — these are the “hope” and “purpose” it offers. Where, then, is the pursuit of knowledge, self-understanding, and self-reliance — the truly great hope and purpose?

3. Atheism’s Vacuum:

Yes, sir — it is a hundred percent true that respected atheist thinkers also feel the need for a purpose in life, and they do choose a great one — for instance, service to humanity and the study of the universe. But atheism, as an ideology, says nothing special about this — because, in fact, it is not truly an ideology at all. It is merely an analysis — and a rather crude one — of life and the universe. By contrast, the philosophy of the Quest for Knowledge of Nature does not assign life’s purpose from within human minds; rather, it identifies the purpose that already exists in this universe, with DNA as its proof: the ever-growing storehouse of knowledge of life and the cosmos.

In this light, the continuation of the human species is required for the pursuit of knowledge — and the best means for that is romantic love, which produces children and raises them with care. And, for the sake of this very purpose, one of the best tools to achieve it is morality — which allows greater peace in society and enables the best use of a person’s life, time, and potential.

4. Diversity of Thought vs. Ultimate Truths:

Is there any doubt that the diversity of ideas gives birth to new concepts? Such richness of thought is the lifeblood of the journey — when the destination is still unseen, when each mile opens onto another crossroads. In those moments, debate is the compass, discussion the map. But when a question has yielded its truth to the weight of evidence and the light of reason, the traveler moves on — not in silence, but in search of the next horizon! Once it was known that the Earth is not the center of the universe, that truth became a stepping stone, and humanity’s gaze lifted outward into the cosmos, farther and farther still.

Similarly, when we agree that:

- Humans are the *most genius-known beings*,

- Their worth surpasses all else,

- Their role is *students of nature*,

Then every law in the world is made with the growth of human genius and the safety and health of the human body in mind. And when it is established that humanity is the student of nature in this universe, then the human race — greatly confused about its definition — having found its true definition, begins to improve from its very foundations. Is this not true?

In short, the Theory of Genius asks the human genius world to unite only on these few points. As for the chapters on creation or immortality, it is always ready to hear any point that is more reasonable than what it has proposed.

5. Roadmap for Genius-Unity?

And as for your (assumed) final complaint — “If all the most intelligent people in the world recognized the value and importance of genius, how exactly would that improve the world, what’s the roadmap?” — Sir, read the letter again, not superficially but with depth, and the answer is plain. When the greatest minds of humanity acknowledge the core truth of the Theory of Genius — that man is, by nature, a student of nature—and declare it openly, the world cannot help but notice. Even a simple gathering, a social-media group, will suffice. The rest of the world will require little convincing. Truth speaks through geniuses, and no roadmap is needed beyond them.

And if you still seek a roadmap, ask this: when the wisest declare themselves students of nature, when they take it upon themselves to spread this truth — which they will, for the mind that perceives a natural law longs to share it—would they require guidance from anyone else? Is it truly so hard to grasp?

Verily, the only truly hard task is to change a genius from within — to redirect the very focus of their thought. This is exactly what the Theory of Genius can achieve, for at its heart lies a singular essence: a love of knowledge. And which genius does not love knowledge? Which is not, by nature, a student of nature? The requirement is simple: let the theory reach them. The rest unfolds naturally. The path is certain. The truth is unstoppable.

O truth-loving genius,

To speak the truth—
I shall not take offense if, even after reading all this,
you do no more than laugh—
yes, laugh!—
and hurl once more the jibe you love to fling:

“He who so bitterly laments his own anonymity
is no philosopher; and he who sings
forever of his ruin, what is he
but one unworthy of the name of art?

Yet hear me, friend—aye, hear me to the end!
Unfinished is your soul, and wanting is your craft.
The tale is sealed— the world has shut its ear.
The story dies before its birth is known.
An end… before the beginning!”

Genius,

Now, just a little personal note! In one place in this letter, you must have found it completely out of place that I began a paragraph with a mention of AEH and A. But the fact is, I originally started writing this thinking I’d send it to you as a voice note. But as I kept writing, it went beyond ten pages in Urdu— and then it occurred to me: these pages that you could read in twenty-five to thirty minutes, just listening to them as audio might waste a good fifty or sixty minutes… Now you too must be thinking: “Clearly, this man is mad!”

Indeed, whether it’s you or me — anyone who dares to think beyond his inherited beliefs inevitably carries the germs of madness. So then, I ask you to forgive every flaw in this writing with this thought in mind — borrowing from Ibn-e-Insha Sir:

If a madman does not speak like a madman, then how else would he speak?

Or more precisely:

If a madman does not speak like a madman, then what kind of madman is he?

And now, from The Central Need, another piece of prose:

What is madness? (The existential crisis?)

In short, when a genius cannot find deep joy in the delights of dining table and bedroom, they become mad…
And when the madman cannot find deep joy in great glories like fame or immortality, then the true trial of their madness begins…

And,
Madness = A great consciousness of great stagnation.
A deep awareness of the mental stagnation of an arrogant and powerful society = the madness of the sensitive and powerless individual.

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That character, standing there disguised as a pen, sighed once again and continued to pour out his sorrow:
"The gentleman did glance at the PDF file I had sent and even responded with an emoji of surprised awkwardness. And that was all.

Later that night, I sent a brief message: “Did you read the letter, sir?”

No reply came. And I did not contact him again — it wasn’t appropriate…

So, in short, what I meant to say is this: if Urdu or Hindi had truly caught your attention as well, then back in 2009 my book The Central Need would surely have already won an award from you — and this world would have already become a genius world by now… ah well!

You might then also understand that the money a writer receives from such an award matters mainly because it allows them to keep buying ink for their pen. The true prize is something greater: the fame, the quiet magnetism that draws the work into the wider world. Then, when the award-winning writer wished to talk to someone, they wouldn’t be met with cold neglect but attentive ears…

Yes, just think — if I had been the one who received the award, could the person I wrote to have turned away from me so easily?

And is it not evident that, were the Theory of Genius to capture the attention of truly brilliant minds, this troubled world would swiftly begin to transform into a realm of creativity and love?

And please, you tell me: is it not now an urgent necessity for the human world to compose itself and become serious, before AI grows immensely powerful and then uncontrollable? Does the world not now need, more than ever, everything that truly conveys the message of wisdom and seriousness — no matter what language it belongs to?

In essence, my modest plea is but this: that you extend to Hindi and Urdu the full depth of your reverence — for the spirit of a language, once severed from its native tongue, is seldom carried whole across the bridge of translation. Its fire dims, its fragrance wanes, and its truth becomes but a shadow of what it once was…

In short,

O mighty keepers of judgment and decree —
You who wield the power to shape destiny!

With gratitude not of the lips, but of the spirit,
I bow to the light within you.

My salutation is no hollow rite—
it is a perfume lifted from eternal reverence for genius.

O incomparable ones of genius,

I am but a silent reed,
Singing only what the wind of Nature whispers through me.

A wanderer of stars and scars,
A seeker of essential needs hidden beneath the burning yearnings and desires of humankind.

Awaiting your grace,
BeNaam Zaurez”

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The curtain fell, yet no one in the theatre rose to leave.
(The hall, long before, had grown entirely empty.)

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(Life lasts, Writing continues…)

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