We are not born with blood on our hands.
We are taught to see clean hands as weak.
Power does not always corrupt. But it always tempts. It whispers that we are the exception.
The Golden Rule does not break from ignorance—but from entitlement.
Zoroaster named it before doctrines hardened: the light and the dark dwell not in heavens, but in us. Each choice bends toward harmony or harm.
Siddhartha saw it through silence: suffering is born not of sin, but of craving, illusion, and fear.
He offered no punishment. Only understanding.
Jesus echoed them both: “The kingdom is within you.”
He cast out no demons but those we empower. He did not condemn. He invited.
Still—we built crosses. Crowns. Contracts. Statues to power. Churches to house whom?
- We wrote rules to silence questions.
- We turned reverence into ritual.
- And we anointed exemption.
- We claimed chosenness.
And in doing so, we carved out circles—some within, most without.
To be chosen became license.
But the moment we believe our tribe exempt, we forsake the truth that could have freed us all.
Now, we ask: Why not?
Why do we not live by the one rule every tradition speaks?
Because to follow it would unravel what we’ve built.
Because to live it would make no one the exception.
Yet still—it calls.
- Because it waits.
- Because it endures.
- Because it is the path we did not take.
- Until now.