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“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.”

“Sonnet 2713 Every monkey thinks toxic masculinity is nobility, every monkey thinks blind faith is divinity, every ape thinks tribalism is divine fury, and brainless loyalty is patriotic duty. Every ape confuses superstition with spirituality, every ape confuses conspiracy with curiosity, every ape confuses fear with reverence, every ape confuses exclusivity with supremacy. Every ape thinks their flag is the flag of god, every ape thinks their land is the land of god, every ape thinks their lingo is the lingo of god, every ape thinks their text is the text of god. Takes a human to feel empty without others, takes a human to feel incomplete when alone. Absolute self-sufficiency is a mental illness, you gotta be extremely selfish to be happy on your own.”

“Naskar it! (Sonnet 2855-2857) At birth they tag you with a flag, a script to follow, a tribe to brag - tell you to fit in, don't ask too much, keep your fire, but never touch. Unfurl your fiber, and refuse the script, don't make pilgrimage out of jungle myths. Break the narrative, you break the spell - end of nationalism is end of the animal. If the world's on autopilot, interrupt it! If the truth feels dangerous, then conduct it! If compassion seems radical, then ignite it! When justice calls your name, answer it! Don't just think it, Naskar it! Don't believe it, Naskar it! Question everything they permit, if it's not human, don't submit! Abolish the silence, and Naskar it! Stand your ground, and Naskar it! Love your neighbor before your leader - don't just talk it, Naskar it! No book on earth can claim your mind, no single truth defines humankind - no crown, no creed, no sacred shrine outweighs a heart that dares to shine. Take your doubts and carve the key, unlock the cage of them and we. You're more than cattle and veggie, you are Your own Holiness and Majesty! Don't assume it, Naskar it! Don't preach it, Naskar it! Every truth they counterfeit, confront it, expose it, Naskar it! Shoulder the world, and Naskar it! Walk the oneness, and Naskar it! Human first, that's all there is - no exception, go Naskar it! Every wall they built on prejudice, tear it down, and dance on it! It's not a noun, it's a verb - it's what you do, now Naskar it!”

“Pluralism is Civilizational Emergency (Sonnet 2609-2610) Mainstream earth history, which is systematically bloated with euro philosophy, euro theology, euro morality, is corrupted to the bone, all propagated as carrier of truth, while in fact, europe is the cradle of lies and cruelty - the human race comes from Africa, but inhumanity originated in Europe. Indigenous people wear animal skin as clothes, it's called uncivilized, privileged people wear the same skin, expensively processed in chemicals, and it's called fashion. Arabic is one of the rarest soulful languages spoken by the human race, yet in the hands of eurocentric propaganda apes are conditioned like pavlov's dogs into believing it to be the most sinister. Europe did give us pragmatism, which has its place but only as a toddler among the constellations of civilizations - empathy originated in Mother Africa, naturalism originated in Latin America, divine love originated in Arabia, equilibrium originated in China, integration originated in India. Pluralism is not a polite idealism, pluralism is civilizational emergency. Divided we are space-racing monkeys, integrated we are Upright Humanity.”

“World War Naskar (Sonnet 2699-2700) You've had generations of ape scholars selling the cannibals of Europe as saviors of the world, now watch one Naskar and his Earth Soldiers bring down your entire industrial complex of conversion, cleansing, and holy cockery, without lifting a single weapon! By the time I'm finished, descendants of even the staunchest supremacist will be engulfed with tolerance madness - by the time I'm finished, each human with the slightest inclusive spark will be mutated into a full-blown multicultural seismic cataclysm. You spent centuries manufacturing lies as law, prejudice as policy, cleansing as civilizing, now watch one Naskar and his ablaze soldiers establish the first proper Human Civilization, with no one dominant culture, no one supreme religion, no majority, no minority, no privileged, no marginalized - where all streams inhabit the human veins, not as oil and water, but as one lifeblood, enhancing consciousness into completeness.”

“You spent centuries manufacturing lies as law, prejudice as policy, cleansing as civilizing, now watch one Naskar and his ablaze soldiers establish the first proper Human Civilization, with no one dominant culture, no one supreme religion, no majority, no minority, no privileged, no marginalized - where all streams inhabit the human veins, not as oil and water, but as one lifeblood, enhancing consciousness into completeness.”

“I am the warfare (A Very Naskar Sonnet, 2698) My brain is the planet's largest organic manufacturing plant of multiculturalism, so don't, I beg you, don't trigger me too much, because once the hate crosses my threshold, I won't hate you back, instead, I will inject your language, your culture into my bloodstream, and pour out literature at such a vast scale, that before you know it, your offspring will be studying my canon as their native heritage - my human-centric divinity will be their divinity, my life-centric culture will be their culture, my service-centric science will be their science, my earth-centric existence will be their existence. I am the warfare, and the rewriting of civilization started decades ago, when I made slave out of the most tyrant language on earth. Show me love, I'll respond with a quiet smile - throw me hate, I'll metabolize it and rewrite your history.”

“Your offspring will be studying my canon as their native heritage – my human-centric divinity will be their divinity, my life-centric culture will be their culture, my service-centric science will be their science, my earth-centric existence will be their existence.”

“When The Pillar Gets Weary (Dervish Sonnet 2776) I don't utter a single word that I wouldn't want to become part of the canon, but person can't live on discipline alone, so, having no lover to take my armor off for, I found a different way to vent my vulnerability - in the mainstream work I'm a pillar of strength, while turkish is quite literally my love language - english is the language where my brain feels at home, turkish is the language where my heart finds rest - none my mothertongue, yet both are my first language, with spanish as my occasional substitute for english. English is not my mothertongue, english is my brother tongue - spanish is not my mothertongue, spanish is my cousin tongue - turkish is not my mothertongue, turkish is my lover tongue. My territory is planet earth - humanity, my civilization. Figure what I didn't mention, you'll learn the law of assimilation.”

“Forget the canon, you can't even make sense of my titles, bleating like nationalist livestock, and chanting like brainless bacon - you have to have a certain amount of multicultural tendency, which in a way, is your first test of pilgrimage, moreover, it's the key to the Naskar Canon. If you have no desire to step outside your culture, there's no point in grabbing any of my text, you might as well pick up a chinese or arab text, and expect to be an expert while speaking only English.”

“Monkeys have a deranged jungle instinct of yapping about their religion, nation and culture, which is why I made it a point to erase mine, for I say again, I exist for I dissolve in all. My life is the experiment I leave to the world; neither failed, nor successful, I am just a humanizing mutation.”

“Tierra Carta (Charter of Earth, S2498) Nationality and religion are like blood groups, it has no relation to human capacity and character, despite the superstitions and conspiracy theories; morons are found in every corner of the world, just like mavericks are found in every corner. The only difference between blood groups and nationality is that, blood groups are a fundamental factor of medical treatment, whereas nationality and religion are fleeting vestiges of an adolescent species. I opened my eyes and couldn't find a single precedent of post-national, post-religion, post-lingual, post-cultural existence, so I became the precedent. My roots go deep down to the core of earth, spread across the bones and marrow of the human race.”

“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.”

“Yabancı Yarim (Sonnet 2701) Yabancı olarak doğmak ayıp değil, ama yabancı olarak ölmek en büyük lanettir. To be born as foreigner is normal, but to die as foreigner is animal. To salute the flag is just as animal as burning a flag, to obey the scripture blind is just as savage as burning a scripture. Delegational democracy is just as undignified as autocracy, blind abidance of law is just as primitive as anarchy. I look after the world as family, so the world may look after my family, when I'm not there - that's the kind of blind faith that actually makes a difference. To curse is animal, to console, human. If you must be blind, be blind in tolerance.”

“An American Prayer (Divine Comedy, Sonnet) The other day I was having a chat with God, she was telling me about the prayers flooding in from America, all claiming extreme religiousness: let our wall stand bold and tall, fighting off all indigenous impurities, let us paint it pitch black, so it's too hot to be climbed by the savages; now let us deport every last trace of sense, let us deport all who defy our holy faith - let us ban all blacks, whites, muslims alike, whoever talks the nonsense of tolerance. Then the Holy Mother sighed in despair, and said, "and to think they are doing all that in my name!" So I paused for a moment, then I grinned - why not grant their wishes, then flood the entire Eden!”