The Foundation That Was Never Lost

Beyond the Myth, Through the Ruins, Toward the Clarity That Cannot Be Denied

We often speak today of “the end of an era,” of the collapse of certainties and the rise of a new world order. Yet beneath these changes lies a movement far more ancient and necessary, a movement that cannot be grasped in the terms of politics, strategy, or culture alone. It is the movement of truth itself, revealing what has always been, through the very stages of its concealment.

The Mythic Age: A Necessary Veil

The great civilizations of the past, whether Eastern or Western, stood upon a foundation that was not merely material, but symbolic and sacred. The gods of myth, the rhythms of nature, the order of the cosmos, gave meaning to the human journey. It was not yet the clarity of truth in its pure form, but it was not false either. It was a necessary expression of the eternal, clothed in narrative, ritual, and symbol.

This foundation could not last, not because it was weak, but because it was veiled. Its truth had to pass through the fire of questioning, through the crisis of representation, through the night of meaning. The forgetting of the myth was not the loss of truth, but the first step in its unveiling.

Modernity and the Eclipse of Meaning

The West, more than any other cultural body, embodied the drive to strip the world of myth in the name of reason. The result was a double-edged victory: the rise of science, autonomy, and critical thought, but also the loss of any unquestioned meaning. Nietzsche’s “death of God” was not merely a cultural comment; it was the rupture of the last symbol holding Being and world together.

What followed was not progress, but exposure. Humanity stood naked before a void it could not explain. The Enlightenment promise of infinite progress gave way to the anxieties of the 20th and 21st centuries: war, alienation, consumerism, identity crises, ecological collapse, and now, a creeping sense of civilizational exhaustion. The emperor of Western dominance, once admired, is now seen, by friend and foe, as one who has no clothes.

Yet this too was necessary.

The mythic veils had to fall. The images had to be burned. Even the image of truth had to be dissolved; for only in this way could truth begin to appear not as story, not as representation, not as ideology, but as it is.

What Appears Now: Not a New Myth, but the Impossible to Deny

What appears now is not a return to religion, nor a return to reason. Those forms have completed their role. What emerges is a reappearance of foundation; not in symbolic form, not through belief, not as a system or promise, but as the clarity that cannot not be.

We begin to sense that there is something that cannot fall, something that never did. Not an object, not a doctrine, but the structure of Being itself. The eternal, necessary fact that what is, is, and cannot become nothing. That the truth of every being is its unloseable presence. That the world’s agony is not proof of chaos, but the very stage upon which necessity reasserts itself; not by force, but by the undeniable nature of appearing.

This is not a mystical intuition. It is not a religious revelation. It is the quiet arrival of clarity itself, in the heart of the storm.

From Collapse to Recognition

This recognition does not come as comfort, at first. It comes as disorientation, as all systems fail. But in the cracks of every ideology, every failing narrative, every broken trust, what remains is not nothing. What remains is what was never absent.

The truth that cannot be constructed because it was never missing. The foundation that does not begin, because it always already is. The joy that does not need to be achieved, because it is the radiance of Being itself.

This is not an alternative to the world’s crisis. It is the only ground from which anything truly new can emerge; not a different structure, but the recognition of structure itself.