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“The comprehension of nature is a uniquely human endeavor. The text you hold in your hands is a bold challenge to the barren suffocation of our age. This is an age in which the winds of post-truth discourse blow shallow and directionless. It is a time when science and scientism are increasingly conflated, when scientific institutions are deliberately estranged from the essence of scientificity, and when the intellectual class seems to have taken a vow of silence. Every act of defiance begins with rational sensitivity and unfolds through emotional motifs. Science, by its very nature, is anarchic. Yet it is also the art of projecting human reason onto nature. Science must not be seen merely as a dry cataloguing of causes or a mechanical activity of listing and defining. It must be understood as the art of explanation and comprehension. For this reason, one must not only reflect on nature but also maintain opposition to method at every step. A scientist without philosophical reflection may become blinded by scientific dogma and lose the ability to perceive reality. In my view, readers will be able to approach Burak Cem Coşkun’s fragments through several different interpretive pathways. His dynamic reasoning accompanies the reader throughout the entire text. At the same time, the narrative speaks to the history of scientific methods, sometimes implicitly and at other times explicitly. In this bold journey, the author’s philosophical intuition will undoubtedly persist in challenging the reader. Within this text, one may experience anger, compassion, or joy in the name of science. The author’s clear success lies in his ability to evoke these responses. This is not the work of a scientistic mind, but of a truly scientific one. As a meta-text, it engages with science not through dogma, but with a scientific attitude. Through its propositions and reflections, and by expressing itself in two languages, this manifesto enters into battle with both what is called science and the cryptic corridors of the scientific method. I read this manifesto not merely as a methodological text but also, simultaneously, as a declaration of logic and of logos in their deepest sense. I must say, I read it with pleasure under the summer sun. Is it not our shared wish to possess the kind of imagination that, in Coşkun’s own words, can unite the mythos of the cosmic pattern with the clarity of logos? May this work offer luminous horizons and vivid dreams to those it reaches. Güncel Önkal Professor of Philosophy Datça, 2025”

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