Unveiling hope

The apparition of scholarship is collapsing. Compare the learning of those parroting what they learned from men before them to those targeting disease-specific antigens with mRNA molecules, leveraging the magnificent power of the human immune system. Signs on the horizons and within yourselves.

For quite some time now, a friend in my circles has been undertaking similar research targeting cancerous cells. There’s no doubt that in a century or two, chemotherapy will be considered as barbaric as we consider medieval amputation today.

It’s a pity that our politics presently seem to be taking a great leap backwards, for research science is making huge strides towards more humane ways of treating pervasive disease and illnesses.

Some so-called scholars have been intent on revealing their ignorance to all through the present crisis. Despite their leading many astray, perhaps this is a good thing, for it has revealed them. We have seen what their scholarship is truly worth. They turn out to be peddlers of little more than folk legends, calling their followers to a truth mixed with falsehood.

Others though — amongst them pious folk, grounded in profound faith — have shown us a better way, embracing true scholarship which seeks to understand the material world and respond to its challenges with painstaking research and penetrating learning. In their response we embrace a beautiful hope, where many a sage sells us only cataclysmic despair and hopelessness.

Certainly the sheikhs of the interwebs have revealed themselves as purveyors of worthless learning. Thank goodness for teachers grounded in both science and the spiritual realm. Alhamdulilah for the great unveiling.


Never over-estimate your own importance. I once resigned from a job to protest the unfair treatment of my wife by an organisation we both worked for at the time. I thought I was taking a principled stand. The organisation just shrugged its shoulders and said, “Bye!”

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Death is touching every household, but still the dissenters declare: “It’s a hoax!”

Even as we bury our dead, they reiterate: “It is all overblown; much ado about nothing.”

Until it touches them — and guilt haunts them — they will continue in kind.

They have thoroughly imbibed every scrap of misinformation, received and forwarded without pause, and have become utterly convinced by it.

So it was for our family back home too. Disbelief, until a cousin, walking the earth and smiling merrily just last week, slipped into a coma and died alone, and was buried alone, as all his family fought with their own ravaging fever, fearful of their own end.

Close friends then ring… they too have lost loved ones suddenly. A seemingly fit and healthy uncle. A sister-in-law. Their father. A young niece. A brother.

But yet again the dissenters yell: “Hoax!”

Carnival of ignorance

A failure of education? A failure of science? A failure of empathy, and the ability to understand what you yourself do not directly perceive? The age of ignorance, where ignorance is considered a legitimate choice, celebrated with pride, shunning expertise and authority, in favour of alt-knowledge, alt-wisdom. Though nearly every family we personally know has now lost someone to the virus, still the proud dissenters who brand us “sheeple” claim the pandemic is not real: a mere apparition, made real only by the “mainstream media” and their co-conspirators. How did the carnival of ignorance go so mainstream, where once it was so fringe?