Genius is no longer a divine gift, but a golden watch hung in the salon of the golden elite power, with its hands stopped at a moment of promotional glory, and its heart that beats only to cover up some silence!
And the velvet glove did not shake hands with the genius, but rather snatched it towards a different kind of black hole, one that does not swallow light but dignity!
Stephen Hawking was not just a scientific test, but a moral exam on the ability to wear the velvet glove imposed by the regime on genius!, while the official discourse does not collapse but evaporates, and the scientific, academic, or media institutions that grant symbolic sanctity do not defend but raise an eyebrow of surprise, as if they are discovering for the first time that the saint might just be a customer!
What changed here is not the facts, but the audacity of the question that breaks the glass of sanctity, the ability to question icons, challenge canned sanctification, and show that genius does not mean absolute exemption, and that the power is not neutral in the way it celebrates it.
Supporters defend a statue not a man! They came with silk towels, tore the relationship between the mind and the body, presented the mind on a crystal platter, and buried the body in the basket of history! Their shouts were not arguments; but an "artistic interpretation" of the new sanctity: look at the golden reflection! Do not look at the foot standing in the mud... or in the pickle! (Khaberni)
The serious opponent speaks in an empty corridor, his voice an echo without walls. Even his silence is transformed into "implicit consent". The street, holding a cardboard watch, discovered the final equation: the golden watch does not tick, the velvet glove hides nothing but the emptiness of the hand, and the great genius is just a decor in the court of power. His laughter is a final dissection of a regime that sold sanctity at the lowest price!
The West that made the watch and the glove seems like a deceptive trader. It sells canned sanctity and insists that you close your eyes to the history of its making!
The paralyzed genius was not a witness to human capability, but to the global system's ability to turn suffering into a phantom commodity! The tragedy is not the fall of the icon, but that the system of icons itself did not fall, and is still standing, waiting for another body to clothe in sanctity, to hang in the salon, and to stop it from ticking real time!
The golden collapse is not of a man, but of the idea that the mind can float above humanity, and that accomplishment grants a license to bypass morality!
The clock that stopped ticking did not stop lying, and the empty glove did not stop the handshake, and all that remains is a simple question: who was "playing" on whom all this time?
The world left by Hawking no longer measures the curvature of spacetime, but the distance between transcendent genius and the most trivial human muck!
"The Einstein of our era" fell into another black hole, one that does not swallow light but dignity, where wheelchairs have turned into ships in a surreal "Odyssey" of dark humor!
We did not judge a man, but a myth that has eroded in meme laboratories!; where physics has become a language to describe "cosmic paraphilia"!
The silence of the scientific establishment, and the elites' stammering, fueled the anger of the street, which found in ridicule its only weapon!
