I have always been fascinated by the mysteries of vanished civilizations, by their forgotten worlds, by their undeciphered writings, which conceal the mysteries of existence.
How did these worlds emerge, and how did they vanish? Their development, dynamics, and destruction; their transition into a different state…
Nothing lasts forever, yet nothing is lost forever.
The experience of the vanished civilizations is passed on to us, and it lives on in our world – in our science and culture, as well as in our subconscious. It can never be deciphered or fully grasped, yet it endows our perception with internal volume.
Many of our inner qualities may stem from there: our secret knowledge, an ancient memory of sorts – that which imperceptibly controls our impulses, being both intimate and exciting; that which keeps growing inside us, while remaining ultimately mysterious. A tiny part of ourselves, the deepest memory of our soul.
How and why did these worlds disappear, vanishing from the face of the earth?
Why can we never get to the bottom of these phenomena, or read the signs that they have left behind?
The reason for their disappearance may be not only material, but spiritual, as well; and it may hold a lesson for our civilization, which is hurtling toward a crisis of its own.
Through the fragmentation, atomization, and eclecticism of its constituent parts, through its overburdened and mechanistic nature, through the raging torrent of information, the fundamental energy of existence remains active. The ancient signs keep emerging. Although they are still undeciphered, they speak to us in a mysterious voice from the abyss of time, and we can hear in it a warning of sorts, a call to recreate the unity of the world and the connection with the Divine principle.