In memory of the Anthropocene

God is a flower
born on a grave

The ecological crisis and the crisis of meaning stem from the same underground rupture: from secularization to the Industrial Revolution, ever since faith seeped into the roots of progress, we have weaned ourselves from the fertile cycle by devouring the future. To understand this evolution of our relationship to the sacred, one must go back long before the factory and the prayer, to that moment in history when living dust lifted its eyes to the sky and began to dream that it could escape.

Foreword

This essay states no truth; it speculates based on the law of humus — this process by which fertile forgetting regenerates meaning and the sacred — and on the law of spiritual selection that forges and breaks beliefs according to whether they allow life to take root in the cosmos.

For those who seek light or await a revelation from heaven, this essay proposes another path: return to the cave. Dig with blind hands in the mud and entrails, to the threshold of the terrestrial condition, to touch the source of this pulse that draws you towards the stars.

This manifesto is not an academic demonstration. Its "reductionism" and "systemism" in favor of literary experience and metaphor are assumed. Its framework on "Promethean religions" does not aim to impose a "Western universalism" at the expense of the richness and diversity of spirituality in the world, but to identify a series of concepts that could, if necessary, apply to other frameworks or be modified in return.

The term cosmos and its derivatives should be understood in their original sense, that is to say, an ordered whole that can therefore be invested in.

This text does not seek to be proven nor to prove the existence of God or His non-existence. It promises not so much a third way as a narrative framework, an inverted reading grid on the history of spirituality, its evolution, and what it says about our time.

The Anthropocene is defined here less as the moment when man becomes a geological force than as the shift from the founding myth of Oedipus to that of Cronos: from the son who tears out his eyes in the face of the weight of the past, to the father who suffocates the future to remain the sole master of a world without a god to be born.

Gods die so that gods may be born, each cycle establishes a new relationship with the world; to forget this law operates it, to erase it precipitates a new age.

The object of this essay is precisely to think about our responsibility for the emergence of the divine.