Codex Giganticus: Where are we going to lead this generation?
Preambulum I
Where are we going to carry this generation? What is our endgame? What downstream are we drifting toward right now? Are we going to choose to be the same as the past generations, or are we breaking the chain? Are we going to be a bleak, gloomy generation that someday in the future — our identity will be demolished? Or are we gonna let ourselves be tools?
A fool tool.
To my wise and wondrous reader, please be my guest and have a seat in this very warm chair. I promise you we are not going to talk about something heavy or require formality. So please, just relax your shoulders and don’t be too tight. Here I serve you chamomile tea and pineapple cookies I made, fresh from the oven.
So this is the life that you want? Is this the lifeline story that you chose in this once-in-a-lifetime life? This is what your mama hardly nurtured you for 9 months on her precious belly just for you to be like this?
I will elaborate to you what I mean by ‘this’— to be born, go to school, your youth stolen in school for more than 13 years from pre-school to high school. You were shaped to be mediocre at everything but expert in nothing. Not stopping there, you went to college because you were told: “go to college, and you cannot help but be successful”. It promises you stability. They told you the title guarantees your prosperity. And voila! When you finish it, you will graduate with mountains of student loan debt! Isn’t magikal? Well, no matter how many sacrifices you have made, life still throws you a rather ridiculous shenanigan: you went into the Gladiator of Job, of misery and malaise choices: first choice of misery, there is no job left for this generation except part-time, contracted, or internship. Or second choice of malaise: you will work lifeless like a rag doll for 40 years until your hair whitens in a cubicle, or so you marry, credit a car, pay off a mortgage on a house with a bone-crushing interest rate, have a kid, retire, and die. Just like that, in the same circle like a hamster on a rusty wheel. There is nothing thrilling nor sparks of adrenaline about it. Predictable. Easy to accumulate. Structured. Standardized.
Or, in another archetype of life, you spend your entire life not knowing who you are; you have thought that this world is only once, so have fun and do all that you wish based on desire, pleasure, and temptation — a blind drive. And in that world of fun, you are lost. Endless days, endless partners, endless dopamine. You become a drunken soul on the street at midnight; you don’t know where you’re heading, you don’t know where to go, or you feel a constant pressure that the only thing you see as a gateway is through drugs, a temporary escape; then you become a son who loses his mind, a brother who loses his soul, a father who loses his life.
There is no reincarnation. If you fall, you failed.
If some boogeyman — whose iron fist dictated the world’s education— once said he wanted a generation of workers, not thinkers — by all means, he has succeeded.
We have lost the ability to produce; instead, we only consume. We have lost the passion for creating the stage, as the narrator, as the showman; instead, we are only the audience. A dead, passive audience. You want your life to be dictated? I really hate when I’m under someone’s mercy.
I really hate when I know — somehow — my people have beyond-imagination creativity, countless potential and ideas; we can shake the world together and paint a colorful and peaceful life we always imagined when we were children, and without realizing, we are stifled. We are crippled on the wings. Throttled by the one who dictates society. And I hate it when there is nothing I can do about it.
But you think you have a good life, right? You are pursuing your degree and studying; you have thrown your body under the rain and heat, sacrificing blood, sweat, and tears. Countless motion, money, and miles. But what is it for, Sire? For a title? For a job? Because of family pressure? To prove yourself? Or you don’t even know where you’re going, Madame?
My brethren and sistren, for the sake of my bewilderment looking upon my ceiling in countless hollow and starless nights, where are we going to lead this generation? What is our destination? What is our aim? I may not know all of you, but if I had a choice, I don’t want to have a sense of fondness and pity toward people that I never knew just because we are in one circle of age. Regardless of everything: background, culture, religion, race. From Arctic to Baltic, Soweto to Sahara, Gaza to Giza, Nusantara to Aotearoa. Not bounded by line and border. How I love and am frustrated — exasperated toward this generation is a really strange phenomenon for me, indeed. And I haven’t found any antidote for it now. But I understand that sometimes, there is something in ourselves that we have no power to control. And if this is considered an illness, I will willingly hold this until I lie on my deathbed.
Okay, now let’s we talk about the customization of this generation. What exactly are we witnessing right now? When you think about ‘our generation,’ what first motion comes to your mind? A rabbit trick? A generation born from the illusion that this world is okay? A generation who sell their bodies? A generation that sits at the apex of the title jobless? A little sheep for the malicious authorities? A generation who drown in drugs and alcohol, and is intoxicated by gambling? A generation that lacks values and has no work ethos? A generation that was in the harshness of a mental battlefield? A fragile cohort who became close friends with suicide? A generation plagued by mental and identity crises? A generation that has no character, who is drowning in the river of apathy epidemics, having short attention spans and spends most of their time investing in the rectangular machine, laughing over a joke they don’t even remember the next day?
Or a generation of boldness when it comes to human rights? Who spend days in the tent of valor echoing anathema voices in the ears of the authorities? Whose hands and knees are willing to be manacled and bent to defend someone far away, they don’t even ever met? A generation who has seen through their eyes — the fata morgana, a dance of chaotic flames and eerie underworld beneath the world’s calm puddle? A generation that sharp — albeit wild when it comes to social injustice? A generation who ambushed and speed-ran a 70-year-old cult’s buildings in the costume of Minions? A generation that condemns data center capitalism and climate corruption done by elders generation that acts like they own this world? A generation of the fearless that promotes fairness in education in dinosaur costumes? A generation who do a breakdance amid the protest on the street? A generation that fights corruption, food poisoning, deforestation, injustice, poverty, and condemns ethnic cleansing?
There are so many things we should work on.
The names of our generation.
The identity of our peers.
The definition of our cohort.
And for what we will talk about in our first meeting this evening in my manor:
Where are we going to lead this generation?
I’m asking you, where are we? Where are we heading? What is the endgame we want to achieve? Don’t you realize we are on the stream of time that flows as fast as the snap of a finger?
The world, for it never lets me rest, always surprises me with its tricks and gimmicks — they show us its magic illusion that today is 2026;
It is not.
We stand in the land of more than a billion years. Of graves and skulls. Of countless known and nameless civilizations. Once the greatest king stood so proud here, and once the weakest slave knelt with shackles here. A place where soul born and cadaver crushed. A realm where a kingdom rises and falls, and is built back from its remnants.
For whatever the theatre has ever shown, they are always mercifully parading us the same pattern, same script: destruction and restoration. And so to answer the question of where we are going to carry and lead this generation, what the endgame we want to achieve, we only have those two options.
You see, here in front of you I present the two miniatures: The Fortress of Destruction, and The Temple of Restoration. Watch out for one of them is adorned with black, pointed thorns that will sting your finger, and the other is embellished with the tinkling of iridescent pearls that please your eyes. Each of these miniatures has 10 pillars: Spiritually (with the Creator), soulfully (with our soul), physically (with our bodily vessel), mentally (with mind, thought, awareness, consciousness, sanity), morally (with our norms, values, right or wrong, positive-negative), intellectually (with our brain and thinking), emotionally (with our heart and feeling), financially (with money and material), socially (human to human), and environmentally (human to nature).
The Fortress of Destruction:
Spiritually: Lost
Soulfully: Hollow
Physically: Weak
Mentally: Fractured
Morally: Degraded
Intellectually: Ignorant
Emotionally: Chaotic
Financially: Dependent
Socially: Deceptive
Environmentally: Damaging
The Temple of Restoration:
Spiritually: Guided
Soulfully: Sincere
Physically: Strong
Mentally: Steadfast
Morally: Dignified
Intellectually: Prudent
Emotionally: Calm
Financially: Independent
Socially: Magnanimous
Environmentally: Protecting
The things that we should do to achieve one are to do the exact opposite of the other one. If we — or whoever — want this generation to be intellectually destroyed, do all the things that prevent us to be enlighten, make it hard to be sharp-witted, make it embarrassed to be curious, make it taboo to ask, make it humiliating to be different, obstruct the mind who erudite, scorn the one who is critical, distract them with temporary entertainment, let us be fools and ignorant. If we want this generation to be the one that protects the environment, then do the opposite of damaging. Let us prevent deforestation; let no hand erode the soil; let no river be polluted with factory waste; let no carbon emissions contaminate the atmosphere; let no mechanical centers strangle the territory and cease our fresh waters; let no one bomb the ecosystem and harm the habitats of flora and fauna; let no chemical waste dump into the ocean; let the mother of nature — God’s custody that entrusted to us — be preserved and protected from catastrophe.
Because there is always someone who claims to protect while they destroy it, the words do not align with the action.
You have to see the Fortress of Destruction and give a check: which one are we currently experiencing? You tell me.
But don’t tell me that we cannot be changed. Even with only two days left until Armageddon, we can still change.
So which one is the endgame we want to aim for?
What downstream are we drifting toward right now?
To achieve our endgame and our destination, we need an approach, a strategy. Now we will see with a nature framework on ourselves. As our most fundamental body structure is water, it is enthralling to see ourselves as an ethereal and transcendental river as the analogy of our journey. At the very base of origin, we are clean and pure water; it is our environment that makes us contaminated or preserved. To fully grasp this concept, you will familiarize yourself with the terms of going upstream and going downstream. And there are three terms that we will use for marked points:
- The first mark is the source, the mountain, where the water comes from, or we metaphorically address the source from which we come as the Almighty God. Not the mountain acts as a God, but this shall be interpreted that God comes from a high place.
- The second mark is the bridge, which acts like a post. Scientists usually use a bridge to help measure how deep the water is; it can help them to track the speed of the flow and the water quality. Thus, what scientists use for a bridge will be projected into our lives. So a bridge acts like a post point of our life where we build our principles, accomplishments, vision, mission, and values. With that bridge, we shall know the quality and strength of ourselves, and with that bridge we shall know how deep the meaning of ourselves is.
- The third and last mark is the waterfall — a place where we go down in a free fall. A precipice that hurls us into the jagged stones. Of endless abyss and freezing cascade. The difference between the water and us is that the water cannot feel the pain and cold, but we can. And the waterfall is our collapse.
Flowing upstream is when the river flows from the source toward the bridge, closer to the bridge. Means we are getting closer to our point of life, the meaning and the purpose of our existence. And going downstream is when the river flows away from the bridge, farther from the bridge. Just to follow the stream and let us be placed wherever the rivulet leads. We shall understand: when it comes to the general law, it is our nature to go downstream as we are pulled by gravity — to choose something down, something easy, something you have no effort and are not fulfilled with hardship. But those exact enjoyable and easy things sometimes lead us to catastrophe, calamity, and cataclysm. Different from the upstream. Isn’t the world always in duality? One is good, one is bad. One is Godly, one is evil. So the way to the Temple of Restoration is adorned with obstacles and hardship; and the road to the Fortress of Destruction is embellished with pleasure and ease.
So this is my memorandum: where are we now?
Are we drifting toward our purpose of why we were created, toward the bridge that God has given to us, or are we gonna be passively buoyant toward whatever flows that drag us even if it’s to the oblivion of ruin?
But you may say, if we fall to the waterfall, isn’t that good anyway? We still reach somewhere, and our water is beneficial!
I will say, we can ascend into our peaceful and calm destiny and be beneficial without being thrown off the cliff like a waterfall. Are not our past generations who failed to notice and just let it flow, who sacrificed in the wars, suffered in the unimaginable great depression, who tasted the bitterness of poverty and inequality are the ones who plunged into the waterfall? Why not we be different and try another route? To the faraway and secluded forest where no wolves nor predators can savor our water, even a drop. We are made to be better than our past generation; in that way, their misery is being repaid, and their sacrifice will not be in vain.
You see, my brother, my sister, our generation in this very second is at a crossroads: we can fall, or we can be saved. We can be lost, or we can be the trailblazers. We can be the destructor — explicit, implicit, and complicit, or we can be a restorer. We can head toward the bridge and decide where our generation’s destiny is, or just let ourselves drift toward the free-falling waterfall.
Are we going to choose to be the same as the past generations, or are we breaking the chain?
For the wise God reigns in heaven’s sake, wake the freak up!
We are now on top of the world. If this world is on a spinning wheel, now is our turn when the pointer is pointing. We are at the peak energy, peak stamina, peak time, prime physique, paramount in strength, epic in idea, and in the zenith of power. We can just shatter and die, and be ash that forgotten, or this zenith — within ourselves — can burst, and its celestial laser blasts shoot toward the sky. This is the momentum for us to decide whether we want to be wasted or flourish to become a serene and gigantic tree that brings benevolence to this world.
And I don’t want to be like the past generation.
I don’t want my generation to be lost. Lost in hope, lost in the future, lost in smiles, lost in artists and intellectuals, lose their body and soul, lose their everything for something they did not wish, like the past generation.
I don’t want my generation to be silent like a dead fish on a rock. Or who choose to be passive, who look away, who wait for fate to guide us, like the past generation.
I don’t want to be part of the so-called greatest generation for the things I’m not great at and pay with blood and bane. Who see suicide as the only escape. Who become strangers in their own country. Who become homeless in their own home. Who become malnourished and starving in their own garden. Who are sick and ill on their own air. To be called great over my cold, dead body.
I don’t want to be the unknown generation that people put an X on my head, and whether my existence or absence makes no difference. A generation that is hard to define. A generation living under the massive shadows of the past generation. A generation who struggles to find their footing and to be just the reliant.
I don’t want my generation to be told that the system is okay and always has been, when it is not. To be told that this is the “right,” or that there is nothing else that could be right except done their way. Or become the one who is coined to be ‘awakened’ and experienced ‘great awakening’ but at the end become an individualist narcissist who overinvested in self-image rather than idea and intellectuality. Those who thirst for validation and lack an inner sense of security, so belittle other people just by their skin and status, is the only way to heal that mental illness. Become those who lose faith in the future world and only think of living for the present. I don’t want our generation to be people who criticize inequality and protest injustice, but when it comes our turn to lead, we become exactly what we are against the most. Or who become insurgent to the corruption, occupation, manipulation, discrimination, but in the process we are turning into one. I don’t want it. I don’t want my generation to be Baby Bombers.
And in that case, we must notice.
Because a generation that failed to notice will be weighed to repeat the same.
We shall break the chain, unless we want to be the next sheep on the guillotine.
It is our obligation to answer: can we be the embodiment of justice? Can we bring peace? Can we dismember the dirty financial establishments that are causing poverty, inequality, and injustice? Can we let the birds fly without the sky being poisoned? Can we preserve the forest, the jungle, and the sea? Can we set the child free?
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Can we?
The art that we need right now is not blaming, but noticing.
The tool that we need right now is not title, but consciousness.
The maneuver that we use is not violent, but compassion.
Are we going to be a bleak, gloomy generation that someday in the future — our identity will be demolished?
Wouldn’t it sound terribly woeful if we — as a generation with a population of 2 billion people across the globe — had no identity? Or is what’s being said just meant to belittle us — that we’re this (read: weak), we’re that (read: spoiled)? What is circulating is only the scrolls of negativity. The past generation seems really keen to generalize us, put a label on our foreheads, that they were all agreed it is not a question we are going to be the worst. But when it comes we generalize them as in ‘if’: a generation that is incapable of managing the world, a generation that spills so much blood, a generation that even kills their own cohort— Offense will be taken. “You have no manners!” — isn’t classic when you think because you were old you must be ‘always’ right? They won’t dare acknowledge another side of us — that we’re valiant and vigilant. Or if we do have a good identity — even if it’s small and shared by only a few — will it ultimately be destroyed anyway?
No one put a hope for our generation, even our generation itself. Doubt and scepticism are on our shoulders. It is like a wet dream to see us — a so-called spoiled little brat who knows nothing except for gaming and dancing— to give any contribution, let alone care for others. They think we are going to be worse; we will give no better situation, our mental and physical state already broken, and it’s over for us. *Take a deep breath.
Really?
Nope. I don’t think so.
We will bring alive that wet dream, and we will reshape our identity. Right here, right now.
Now stand and come here; let me show you the relics from the bygone time. You see, here in front of you is my vitrine, and there rests the Antediluvian Cannonball. It is not really pleasing to the eyes, I knew, look like just a regular grey, hand-size round ball that is floating inside this old vitrine of my manor. But touch it in your hands; feel its heaviness and solidity so it will split open. Inside this stone-hard thing, there is a small center. A blue nucleus.
Two mechanisms work here: from outside to inside and from inside to outside. If it only consumes from outside to inside, it is narcissism, egoism. If it’s echoing from inside to outside, it is altruism. Because you see, if there is too much energy that fills this blue nucleus for itself, it will burst and destroy itself. But if the energy flows within it and is distributed to the outside in good manners, it will gain eternal life even if its physical body has deceased. And that blue nucleus is you.
A good generation is the one taking notes from the past generation. Let’s take a closer look; we observe, we analyze, and we compare. Not to see the bad side or villainize someone, but we shall notice the pattern earlier so repetition will not occur:
There is a time, among the Baby Boomer generation, when they used to be a patriotic fire, the ones who challenged state repression and inequality, who were strong in resistance against war and fought for freedom. It all happened in the late 60s, and the dynamics changed so fast, less than a decade later. And upon witnessing this phenomenon, Christopher Lasch wrote in his books, writing down his rigorous observation and criticism toward this unforeseen shift. American Baby Boomer generation started to turn their back, from saving the world to “just give a damn business on yourself!”
The war, oppression, political failure, and other chaotic events make them lose hope, lose the secure sense of identity, and with the help of mass consumer capitalism propaganda, they use narcissistic practices as a savage defense mechanism. As a runaway route for escape. But not only narcissistic behavior; it’s way deeper than that. The principle is:
- Only thinking “live for the moment”. Because they have already lost faith in the future world and choose to live entirely for the moment.
- Materialistic, overconsume, hedonistic, focus on self-absorption and personal fulfillment. Because they think, at that time, self-fulfillment holds higher importance than social responsibility. Individualist.
- Who treats human interaction as a transaction, seeking validation because of a lack of inner security.
- Become over-invested in self-image, beauty, and physical performance, but fail to balance equally with idea and solution performance. Become terrified of aging and wish to live forever.
- Capitalist consumer, cult of consumption.
- Using psychedelic drugs for mind-expansion.
- When they feel and believe they cannot have a large impact and everything will only end in vain, their focus shifts obsessively on their own image, because they think that is the only thing they can control.
You must note that this is the criticism written half a century ago toward the latest Boomer in America, so it wouldn’t be right if we generalize all of them as with the Baby Boomers who live in Palestine, in Vietnam, in Greece. And this statement was written by historian and educator Christopher Lachs and journalist Tom Wolfe, from the elder generation (Silent Generation) — not from the mouth of mine. But if I can say from the mouth of mine, narcissism or egoism is the axis mundi of evil. This culture — narcissism in general, not Baby Boomers — has given birth to racism, power-thirst, colonialism, supremacism, jealousy, oppression, genocide, corruption, inequality, slavery, envy, deforestation, wars, destruction. Because they think only they are worth it and the others are not — regardless of whether they are human, or orangutan, or tree, or whale in the ocean. They could not care less. Other people shall serve them under their feet while they serve their own desire that leads to catastrophe. Destroy the land for me. Hunt the animals for me. Kill my cousins for me. Let people be weak, so I am the one in control. Let them be poor, so I am the one at the feast. Burn the forest for my profit. Let people eat cake for my bourgeois life. It’s always about me, me, me.
I said, what is this?
For narcissists — they have no space for respect because letting others down is the only way to heal their cognitive disability. This is the first sin ever recorded and the exact nature of the devil himself; narcissism is his identity. And whoever has done this — regardless of their generation — they have fallen into the dark hole and their soul collected inside the jar of Dēofol.
And if I can say, the most tragic generation is the “Baby Boomer” generation in Palestine — those who, in their childhood, experienced the very first days of the occupation, having never known a time of world peace beforehand. Their lives continued through adolescence and into adulthood marked by one *Nakba* after another, and wave after wave of forced displacement. And die as martyrs who think death is more merciful than life.
Now, we are talking about how to prevent it and be a better generation? In contrast, the antidote to narcissism is altruism, which I addressed as the mechanism that echoes the energy and vibration from the inside to the outside. But it is more than only giving. The principle is:
- Not thinking only live for the moment, but also thinking and planning for the future. For the times that will come, for the next generation that will be born. Because the life that we own now will pass, and the nature that we live in now is not ours to own. We only borrow it for temporary times, and it belongs to our next generation. Belongs to the primates and the songbirds, belongs to the pangolin and the tarsier, belongs to the coral reefs and the whales. Because when we start to think it’s ours to have, we will ravage it. Eroding mountains, burning trees, building toxic tech centers that disrupt vibrations and nature, disturbing aquatic ecosystems, plundering the land, exploiting mines. Tigers live to survive, while humans live to indulge. The only ones capable of scraping away mountains are not thousands of elephants but one greedy human.
- Not material-oriented, not driven by self-fulfillment nor self-desire, who not only thinks about themselves as one individual, but the one who also thinks for the other too. Their brothers and sisters, their friends, their neighbors. Whom they know and never met.
- Who treats human interaction as solidarity, respect, support, and fondness. Because people who give a feeling of security to others, they are already secure inside themselves.
- Not someone who worships performative beauty and prizes the facade appearance, but values the insight, ideas, and inspiration. Who see human is all the same — regardless of skin colors, backgrounds, cultures, religions. Because the appearance is not the pillar, but rather the creativity, the masterpiece, the help we give to others is the eternal monument.
- Not only act as consumers, but the ones who created their own magnum opus, who build shelters, who make sincere charity as their ammunition of life, the mind of makers, the conscience that constructs solutions, who do not capitalize on human life for profit.
- Those who do not depend on temporary drugs and medicine that could potentially damage oneself, but rather focus and invest more on reparation from the inner side, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Who do not use violence and destruction as the gambit, but intellectuality and unity.
- One who believes this world is worth saving. The innocent live worth saving, the children worth saving, the sky worth saving, the land, the mountain, the sea, the animals, the trees. One single soul worth saving. Who does not see a small step as a trivial matter, who does not see a vain even in one planted seed. Who feel to their bones what they were created for. Not to control, but to be benevolent to the world.
So this blue nexus — ourselves — are going to choose to be narcissists or altruists as our identity?
Are we going to be a bleak, nondescript generation whose identity is easy to demolish? Or a remarkable generation that brings serenity whose remembered for centuries?
A fool tool
Evilness is energy; it needs a physical vessel to move, to steer, to spin the globe. They need a shell that serves as a host for the parasite.
If we have succeeded in noticing, the next step for us is to build our armor and turn the tables.
You see, there are certain types of war — which we’re gonna chatter about later on your next visit, by God’s will— that are not as simple as they are presented in the history books; one of the types is war for capitalism, war to defend — because they were attacked first, and war of the mind. But mostly of the wars — it is a human sacrifice. Nationalism and imperialism are the emblems used to make it more glorious, to justify the actions. Human against human, for land, for resources, for ‘power’. But at what cost? Mostly the innocent beings are the victims; the youngsters become sacrifices to ‘serve’, the women become slaves, the lands, the gardens, the farms, burnt to ash. The only war we should fight for is the war against evilness. And it started with our consciousness to see and notice, our awareness to dismantle our mind from the division and incitement propaganda.
Do we choose to be the next fool tool?
until we meet again,
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To all my generation around the world, in Indonesia, Palestine, Albania, Bosnia, France, Bangladesh, Nepal, Azerbaijan, Philippines, Serbia, Morocco, Italy, Peru, Egypt, Honduras, Sweden, Tanzania, Maldives, China, Turkiye, Madagascar, Congo, Zimbabwe, Sudan, Spain, Australia. Wherever you are, from north to south, east to west. Whoever I have ever met and never have, I am proud of you. And thank you for the voice that you echo to this world: that we are not silent, we are not deaf, and we are not fallen. Your action is a symbol of our resistance toward our misery and malaise. And I believe, within the breath that flows in you, there is a hope.
We are not our father; we are not our grandfather; we are who we are.
We shall imagine the things past generations can barely begin to imagine.
They will know us as trailblazers, the game-changers, that all suffering and immorality must end with us. We don’t need labels, and we don’t need outward reward in return; we don’t need praises and raises; we don’t need validation from anyone to recognize us. If one we shall work for and in responsibility to grant us reward, that is God only.
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