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“The 1920s, ’30s, and early ’40s were a time of rising nationalism coupled with technology-driven angst and revulsion at governments that appeared to be both corrupt and relics of an earlier age. The widespread questioning and tottering of faith caused prospective Fascist leaders to test their training wheels and spurred movements and fads of every description, from mysticism and belief in fairies to flagpole-sitting and a flirtation across the political spectrum with eugenics and its accompanying racial theories. Mussolini’s early success energized those whose primary fear was Bolshevism or what they imagined to be Bolshevism: loud demands for higher wages, for example, or campaigns for land reform. In virtually every country, there were veterans who—regardless of which side they had fought on during the war—were contemptuous of civilian politicians. Anti-Semitism, whether casual or visceral, flourished in politics, the professions, academia, and the arts. The bewildering rush of globalization prompted many to find solace in the familiar rhythms of nation, culture, and faith; and people everywhere seemed to be on the lookout for leaders who claimed to have simple and satisfying answers to modernity’s tangled questions.”

“At times there's something so precise and mathematically chilling about nationalism. Build a dam to take away water AWAY from 40 million people. Build a dam to pretend to BRING water to 40 million people. Who are these gods that govern us? Is there no limit to their powers?”

“My people!" he shouted in the stentorian voice. "I shall speak now of us! Who are we? We are an articulate people, yet a people of few words. We feel deeply, yet refrain from embarrassing displays of emotion. Though firm, we are never too firm, though we love fun, we never have fun in a silly way that makes us appear ridiculous, unless that is our intent. Our national coloration, though varied, is consistent. Everything about us is as it should be, for example, we can be excessive when excess is called for, and yet, even in our excess, we show good taste, although never is our taste so super-refined as to seem precious. Even the extent to which we are moderate is moderate, except when we have decided to be immoderately moderate, or even shockingly flamboyant, at which time our flamboyance is truly breathtaking in a really startling way, and when we decide to make mistakes, our mistakes are as big and grand and irrevocable as any nation's colossal errors, and when we decide to deny our mistakes, we sound just as if we are telling the truth, and when we decide to admit our errors, we do so in a way that is truly moving in its extreme frankness! Am I making sense? Am I saying this well?”

“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!”

“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.”

“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.”

“Prototype Human (Sonnet 2249) The pen is my paradise, the pen is my grave. Everybody has all the answers, I seem to have only questions. Good thing, I don't know how to write, methods are obstacle to my madness. I'm vast enough to contain the world, asylum pills don't work on pilgrim brains. My pen never runs out of ink, because the pen is an extension of my anatomy. Madness is the first sign of sanity, oneness is the seed of infinity. Stereotypes are sanity of the jungle, prejudice is sacred in the animal kingdom. Flags are the poison, cosmos is (my) kin - I am no stereotype, I am the Prototype Human.”

“The way apes understand what's cultured, I'm not that sort of cultured - I'm humanly cultured - which means, I live as cure for tribalism, not coddle; I abolish chains, not worship them, I do not entertain stereotypes - I question and denounce prejudice, both external and internal.”

“The Sonnet is Civilization (Sonnet 2235) I hear, 'just because you're a citizen, doesn't mean you're an american'. I say, just because you're american, doesn't mean you're a civilized human. I hear, 'just because you're a citizen, doesn't mean you're english or australian'. I say, just because you're english or aussie, doesn't mean you're a civilized human. I hear, 'hindi bolnese koi hindustani nahi banjaata', I say, hindustani bannese koi insan nahi banjaata. Ved, Koran ya Bible ratta maarnese koi pak ya pavitra nahi banjaata, there's no greater granth than chetna. Tyranny never comes dressed as tyranny, tyranny always comes dressed as tradition. İyilik evren benim, tüm kâinat benim mahalle, dogma de la etnicidad arruina la civilización.”

“The Man With No Roots (Sonnet) The day children are raised without religion and nationality, that's the beginning of peacemaking, and the empirical end to warmongery. Either raise your children with no religion or multiple religions, either raise your children with no culture or multiple cultures. I grew up celebrating Diwali, eating fruitcake on the 25th, and waking up to the call of Azaan - if I'm devout anything, it's a devout human. I have no roots, for I am the roots; I am the ruin of all heritage of lies. Illegal Immigrant in every state, for I come from a Time beyond tribes.”

“The Drunken Polyglot (Sonnet 2300) I never hankered for booze or drugs, you know why - because I'm already drunk, with the most hard-hitting, brain-altering contraband in history - I'm ever consumed with languages and cultures. Latin Passion, Turkish Woundlight, Nordic Thunder, Celtic Wonder, Afro Grit, American Ambition, Arabian Adamance, Chinese Ingenuity, Indian Nonduality - like rivers running eager to meet in sea, cultures converged to bring me to life. I am vast beyond the spell of tribe, I am the ruin of all resurging reich. Call it Reich, Empire or Uncle Sam - Zionist State or Hindu Rashtra - Animal Kingdoms are found everywhere, still, reason is to reichs what phenyl is to floor.”

“All Roads Lead to People (Sonnet) What the world needs is character, character civilized enough to prioritize benevolence over borders, awake enough to tell right from wrong, and not kowtow to cannibal ancestors, alive enough to value first the welfare of the living over the last wishes of the dead, human enough to identify as human, beyond the gaslighting spell of prejudiced fairytales. What burns the bigots most is an unbending flame of inclusion, what the world needs is character, radiant with loving assimilation. All roads spring from people, and they lead back to the people. Whenever we deviate from each other, we are bound to end back in the jungle.”

“Love is our nationality, not land. Compassion is our religion, not creed. Conscience is our byword, not constitution. Heil Hitler, God save the king, Vande Mataram, Patria o Muerte - it's all the same - a declaration of tribal glory, with no concern for the rest of humanity. Such archaic attitude suits a bronze-age society, not a civilized one. It's time for Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam (world is family), not Vande Mataram (hail the motherland) - it's time for Mundo y Vida (world and life), not Patria o Muerte (homeland or death) - it's time for Humans save Humanity, not God save the king.”

“Beyond Borders and Dogma (Sonnet 1590) Monkeys obsess over chunks of land, takes a human to home the world. Leeches obsess over guns and badges, takes a human to deck the halls. Beyond borders and dogma, beyond division and doctrine, beyond malignant maleficence, everyone is my kith and kin. Any ape can boast about their culture, I'll die roaring for every culture on earth, except my own. Monkeys obsess over chunks of land, I stand guard till all are one. Nationalists mark borders by raising guns, like dogs mark their territory by raising legs. Monkeys seek refuge in archaic sovereignty, Human am I, my refuge is the human race.”

“People are a product of the land they come from and should respect and honour that land. All peoples of the world have developed almost independently and often in vastly different environments. These different environments – nature itself – have moulded different people in different ways and given each race distinct characteristics. Not only should those characteristics be preserved and that diversity praised, but the environment that created those different races should be respected and honoured. Despite the advancement of technology, Western man should not become a stranger to the land that shaped and moulded him and sheltered and provided for countless generations of his ancestors.”

“Grow so big with your ideas that you become a threat to every nationalist state in the world. Grow so big with inclusivity that you become a curse to every fundamentalist institution in the world. Pledge allegiance to no label, Be absolutely, unequivocally nondual. Move past even the concept of nonduality, So that you become unequivocally whole. Expand, expand, and expand again, till the world witnesses your human reign. Expand to serve, expand to love! Amidst eternal desert be the impossible rain.”

“We have arrived at a point of time in history, where there is no place for exclusive national or cultural identity upon the fabric of society. With one hand foster your cultural identity, with another assimilate others - this is the golden principle of progress, both national and global.”

“A nation is not a piece of land, so it must not be seen as such - a nation is a people - a people with various unique ingredients in their way of living - these ingredients do not make them superior or inferior to any other people in the world, rather they simply make them who they are - they simply define their uniqueness - and these unique ingredients from all the peoples of all the countries in the world beautifully construct the radiant, colorful and vivacious fabric of humanity, where all the colors are of equal potential for growth and progress.”

“I am not posing these questions only to the world at large. I query us who own Christ as our life. Can God be pleased by the vast and increasing inequities among us? Is he not grieved by our arrogant accumulation, while Christian brothers and sisters elsewhere languish and die? Is it not obligatory upon us to see beyond the nose of our own national interest, so that justice may roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever flowing stream? Is there not an obligation upon us to do justice, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God is we want to live in his wonderful peace?”