What Will Happen to Theories

Tuesday, April 15, 2025

(for the ones who still wonder what becomes of the past when something truly new begins)

They will not burn.
They will not disappear.
They will not be mocked, nor dragged through the mud.

They will fossilize —
like ancient trees turned into stone,
holding the imprint of a world
that once tried to think itself free.

Their beauty will remain,
but their authority will vanish.

Because now, thought has no temple.
No altar.
No name to kneel before.

The sanctity of the living has returned,
and with it, the refusal to worship even the sacred.

The theories will echo softly,
like a faint hum beneath new languages.
Not to instruct —
but to remind us that thinking was once a desperate gesture.
That truth had to wear masks
because it could not yet breathe.

They will be thanked,
gently laid to rest in the soil of rupture,
not erased,
but released.

So that those who never had a voice
can finally speak
without needing to prove anything.

And the livings that could never be written
because they were silenced,
exiled,
in bodies the system refused to see —
those living are rising now.

Unfolding.
And speaking not in footnotes,
but in blood,
in breath,
in touch.

The archive is no longer behind us.
It is beating.
Now.