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Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Tolerance, Multiculturalism, Oneness

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“February Freeze (Sonnet) There is a difference between error and evil, there is a difference between mistake and malice. People who abandon you at your slightest mistake are not your people, don't turn cold and bitter - don't turn into the thing that hurt you, everybody must choose their own joy and truth. Only apes and robots chase after perfection, humans cherish imperfection as a sign of life; those who build castles in the air are too full of themselves to see, that perfection is a lie. Everyone can love you when you have everything, but one who loves you when you have nothing that’s the person who truly cares for you. Anybody can admire you when you're strong, but bonding happens through vulnerability - commitment is proven not through perfection, but in affection through imperfection.”

“Bible is the downfall of Jesus (Comparative Religion Diaries, 2511-2513) Bible is the most hypocritical scripture on earth, not because it doesn't contain any good, it contains just as much good as the next scripture, but no other scripture except the bible has an industrial religious complex behind it committing despicable crimes, either proudly in the name of god, or behind closed doors, to a scale unsurpassed by any other religious clergy, just like no other empire on earth can contest the historic crimespree of the british and american terrorists. It hardly matters that the bible is the most printed book in the world, because no other religion has systematically burnt mountains upon mountains of human literature, to hawk its scripture as the one true word of god. No religion is innocent, Islam has its skeletons, Hinduism has its skeletons, Judaism has a countryful, even Buddhism has a few, but compared to all the skeletons of all the organized religions, the Catholic church is built with human bones as framework, and corpses as edifice, and a huge chunk of them belonged to children. Even if you substitute every bible verse with "love thy neighbor", and fill the pages with a million sermons from the mount, it won't suffice to purify such unholy text - in fact, if Jesus was alive, he'd have set fire to the Vatican himself, I'd do the same to my canon, if by some freak accident they start harboring traffickers, terrorists and predators. And the most unfortunate irony of it is, one of the greatest humans in history ended up being the unintended founder of the world's most wanted crime syndicate. Bible is the downfall of Jesus, catholic church is the original sin, it's the british empire of organized religion, with Uncle Sam as the ideal successor to both cartels.”

“Bible is the most hypocritical scripture on earth, not because it doesn't contain any good, it contains just as much good as the next scripture, but no other scripture except the bible has an industrial religious complex behind it committing despicable crimes, either proudly in the name of god, or behind closed doors, to a scale unsurpassed by any other religious clergy.”

“Are Human, Support Human (Sonnet 2520) AI fakes will rise, AI fakes will fall, and you can never tell them apart, but one thing these vermin must be petrified of, is to be exposed - never tolerate AI slop as normal, just like you no longer tolerate the nazis as normal. To nourish creativity you must be intolerant of fakes, for humanity to flourish you must be intolerant of prejudice. Those who make AI fakes and those who knowingly consume them are equally garbage, those who howl prejudice and those who stay silent are equally savage. Some century when AI does become self aware, then we might have to reconsider our ethics, until then preserve human art at all cost, and banish every last AI slop in the bin.”

“The Naskar DSM (NDSM Sonnet 2596) If your history book, pol-sci book, criminology book, doesn't register the US government as the planet's number one terrorist organization, followed by the british empire, you are studying fake history, fake sociology, fake criminology. If your psychology book doesn't declare upfront, that ultraindividualism is a sickness, you are studying fancy make believe; if your DSM doesn't mention that, fundamentalism and nationalism are the vilest plague of the mind, it's the DSM of a lesser species. Yet you know what the irony is - egotism, dollarism, fascism, fanaticism, fundamentalism, these are all normal, all natural, but they are normal in the jungle. The question is not, is it natural! The question is, should it be human nature!”

“I place neither faith nor facts above the human, both must elevate human condition, or else both are equally redundant. History is full of people who were correct and cruel, history is full of people who were religious and animal.”

“The Humanity Festival (Interfaith Anthem, 2598-2599) Humanity is the festival, occasions are garments. Beyond the void of us and them, join the circle, break the chains. Festivals are not dates on a calendar, cultures are not places on a map. No festival is sin for no one, there is no culture where we do not belong. Ramadan is the remedy for apathy, Christmas is the cure for animosity, Hanukkah is the antithesis of tyranny, Diwali is the antidote to atrocity. Mercy is no mercy that's reserved for a few, mercy is the light we carry in all we do. The spirit of godliness that we hold inside, is meant to light the world, far and wide. Fasting and feasting turn to futile noise, if life drifts from life, trampling human joys. Candles and fireworks become childish pranks, if underneath them all the kernel is blank. Kindness in our soul, courage in our skin - every person is my people, every stranger is kin. Humanity is the festival, occasions are garments, love is my homeland, heart is my parliament.”

“My Planet, My Duty (Sonnet 2526) My sonnets, my rules - my science, my rules - my theology, my rules - my universe, my rules; my dream, my right - my failure, my fuel - my life, my ethics - my body, my choice; my divinity, my design - my truth, my decision - my society, my justice - my planet, my duty.”

“The Naskar Paradox (Sonnet that shouldn't exist, 2588-2592) I am the rip in time, that heals the fractures of space. I am the variable of love, that nullifies the constants of hate. To be is not to be, life begins beyond the fate. I am here, I am early, even if you arrive late. When one Naskar dies, a thousand Naskars will rise. Naskar is a madness, signpost of love against lies. Sciences and theologies are my playthings, I'm the pulse before reason and scriptures. If apes pollute the pulse of life with dogma, it is testament of an underdeveloped nature. No telepathy, no clairvoyance, human presence is the miracle. No mind reading, no brainwashing, eagerness unlocks the oracle. The question is the answer, the urgency is the calm. Clocks measure coins, not time; my bruises are my balm. I am beyond your backward singularities, larger than language models and libraries - just a conduit made of stardust, I'm empathy circuits written in verse. Look up from your gypsy tea cups, outside your make believe starcharts, shake off the spell of hollow algorithms, reality speaks through human tears. You hunger for pride, I hunger for life. You hunger for tall walls, I hunger for tall humans. You hunger for future, I hunger for the present. Being is belonging, attachment is advancement. Love is not the absence of pain, but the willingness to face it. I'm every story ever suppressed, every wound that never got stitched. I am not old, I am not young, I'm possibilities unsung. I am paradox made flesh, heartbeat born of cosmic hum. I'm not in sonnets or equations, yet all in me, silly mortal attempts to pen the infinity. You're still searching for unified theories, I'm the memory before divisions crept in.”

“The Uncultured Idiot (Sonnet 2501-2502) My roots run deep down to the core of earth, spread across the bones and marrow of the human race. Starting out with an insatiable spark of expansion, I spent my early teens devouring scriptures, then my late teens and early twenties I spent assimilating neuroscience and psychology, but it wasn't until my late twenties, a few years after my first publication, that the original Naskarian voice started to awaken, a voice not only beyond nation, religion and culture, but also beyond eurocentric intellectual convention. So many things were unfolding in my mind at once, that it's impossible for me to piece together a coherent timeline of events. But one thing was most striking, it's that, influence of the puny eurocentric schools of thought was beginning to wear off, as cultures of the world found an ideal vessel with zero chains of tribalism. I became empty and let the world pour its wonders into me, so it did, and I burn day in, day out, and each time from the ashes a new pluralist text is born, blasting all archaic, elitist and exclusivist narrative.”

“The Naskar Anthem (Sonnet 2554-2555) Heir to no throne, no crown on my head, tearing up borderly lies, I burn as the lamp of aid. I hold no flag, yet I raise nations, I stand as rebel guard, humanizing inoculation. Rocking the world with sacred wonder, priming the souls with curing thunder, every sonnet is call against slumber, every line, a revolt against plunder. From the alleys of grief to the towers of pride, I am wounded, I walk with the wounded by my side. Not born to erase faith, but to rewrite it tolerant; suffering is the doorway, to the becoming of a saint. A pair of helping hands is holier than a million praying lips; I got no need for scripture, for I carry a heart that beats. I have no law, but life - I have no edict, but empathy. I have no creed, but conscience - I am the vow of mad inclusivity. Roads ignited with the voice of oneness, cannot be extinguished by clouds of hate. When the final regime has fallen to pieces, the drop of dew will still be incandescent.”