On How to Cure the Illness of Human Civilization

Abstract

Science is not dead—it has merely been caged by those in suits. But the true spark forever burns outside the system—in the hearts of every "amateur scientist" who refuses to stay silent, refuses to bow their head, and refuses to compromise their integrity for a handful of rice. Truth cares nothing for your titles or attire; it sees only the eyes that gaze at the stars and the heart that dares to explore the cosmos. When humanity finally realizes: What are nations? What are ethnicities? What are ideologies? What are so-called experts? Only then—when we acknowledge that truth alone is eternal—can the spirit of science truly return to its essence. And on that day, we shall say: “Don’t call me a ‘scientist.’ Call me a ‘mín kē’—an amateur explorer of truth. For that is where the soul of science truly belongs.”