Child of the Revolution

The wheel has always been turning.

Every July 14th, my birthday arrives like a revolution — quiet on the outside, thunderous within. But it wasn’t until this year, as I approach my 43rd orbit around the sun, that I began to sense the weight of this day as more than personal. A convergence is happening. The symbols are speaking.

I was born on Bastille Day, the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille — the prison whose fall sparked the French Revolution. I’ve never celebrated it before. Not consciously. It was just a factoid. A historical footnote that happened to align with my entrance into this world.

But this year, something shifted.
This year, the synchronicities gathered like storm clouds.
And the wheel began to rumble.


Bastille Day: The Archetype of Uprising

On July 14th, 1789, the people of Paris stormed the Bastille, a medieval prison that had become a looming symbol of authoritarian control. It didn’t matter that only seven prisoners were inside. The act was symbolic — a tearing down of more than just stone walls. It was the collapse of fear, the rupture of a narrative that said the people had no power.

Bastille Day isn’t just about politics. It’s about pattern recognition.
It’s about realising that the structures we live under — physical, social, psychological — are not inevitable. They can fall.
And often, they fall when their symbolic weight becomes too unbearable.

I didn’t choose to be born on Bastille Day.
But I’ve spent my life breaking out of prisons:

  • The prison of neurotypical expectation
  • The prison of capitalism’s false freedom
  • The prison of internalised masking
  • The prison of names and numbers and roles

In many ways, I’ve lived out a quiet, personal revolution — dismantling the systems that tried to domesticate my being.

And now, as I turn 43, I find the world reflecting that same energy back at me.
Revolution isn’t just something I believe in.
It’s something I was born of.


The Cultural Echoes

Once I opened my awareness to the symbolism of Bastille Day, it was as though the universe started whispering back — or shouting, in some cases.

Just this past weekend, I attended the final Black Sabbath concert — a cultural endpoint if ever there was one. As Ozzy Osbourne took the stage, the venue echoed with the thunder of “O Fortuna” from Carmina Burana — a piece of music that has always stirred something ancient in me. It begins not with harmony, but with fate, roaring through a Latin choir:

It was a ritual. A sonic invocation of the wheel, the fall of kings, the rise of chaos.

Earlier on that day, one of the billed artists, Gojira, a French band I admire deeply, performed “Mea Culpa”, a track thick with the spirit of the guillotine — imagery of judgment, destruction, karmic reckoning. It felt like history was looping itself through amplifiers.

Even the title of the concert was telling: Back to the Beginning.
And what is that, if not the very essence of revolution?

I remembered then another French figure in my pantheon: Jean-Michel Jarre. His album Revolutions was a formative influence on me — a blend of synth, vision, and uprising. Jarre didn’t just make music. He sculpted atmosphere. His revolutions weren’t just political — they were sonic, internal, cosmic.

These weren’t coincidences.
They were resonances.
The wheel doesn’t just turn in private. It sings in the streets. It screams from the stage.
And if you’re listening closely — it sounds a lot like home.


Personal Mythology of the Cycle

For years, I’ve been fascinated by cycles — not just as abstract concepts, but as living forces shaping my inner world. I’ve referred to this pattern of return, collapse, and rebirth as “the wheel” — an idea that emerged from lived experience long before I named it.

So when I began to truly reflect on my birthday — July 14th, I started to see it not just as a date, but a ritual mark of solar revolution.
One more loop.
One more return to the same coordinates — but never quite the same person.

In 2021, this instinct to ritualise my revolution manifested in sound. I released my album Transcendence on July 14th — aligning the act of artistic birth with my own solar return.

One of the tracks, Track 14 (to mark my birthday), is titled ‘To You’. A monophonic rendition of Happy Birthday, played in a minor key on a wheezing accordion. It’s not celebratory. It’s introspective — almost mournful. A solitary song of self-recognition.

I placed it at position 14 intentionally — not to close the album, but to mark the moment.
Not the end — but the turn.
The revolution inside the revolution.
The birthday within the wheel.

And what is that, if not ritual in disguise?

Even earlier, in my concept album Carnival Dream, the image of the carousel appeared — a ride that spins endlessly, beautiful yet haunting. A metaphor for comfort that traps, motion that deceives. A perfect symbol for late-stage capitalism, yes — but also for spiritual stasis.

The carousel is the false wheel.
The revolution that doesn’t transform you.
The spin that pacifies, not liberates.

I’ve spent years trying to tell the difference between the two.


Media as Mirrors of the Wheel

Certain stories don’t just resonate — they recognise me.
They echo the same mythic structures I’ve been trying to name.
Each of them an iteration of the same truth:
The wheel turns. The self resists. The spiral continues.

Lexx – “The wheel, it turns…”

Grotesque, surreal, and unashamedly absurd, Lexx speaks in the language of cosmic entropy.
But buried within its chaos is a line that has echoed through my bones:

Even in nonsense, there is pattern.

The Prisoner – Escape Within the Loop

A man stripped of name, forced to conform. The Village becomes a paradise-shaped prison, and Number Six fights not with fists, but will.
Its symbol? A penny farthing bicycle.
A wheel that pretends to move forward.

Tron – The Sacred Grid

Tron revealed to me that code has soul. That even the digital realm can become mythic.
My Sanctuary OS, my Life Grids, my 8-bit sigils — all trace back to the glowing geometry of that world.

Blade Runner – What Is Real?

A masterpiece of blurred identity, synthetic humanity, and inner rebellion.
My band Into the Ether owes much of its soul to Blade Runner.
We opened our early shows with Vangelis’s score.
We wrote a track called Electric Sheep.

This wasn’t homage. It was alignment.

Revolver – Psychedelic Spiral

Revolver by The Beatles isn’t just an album. It’s a psychospiritual spiral.
It asks: what happens when time folds? When the mind turns inward?
It gave me permission to see art as looped revelation.


The Music of the Myth

If stories are symbols, music is ritual.

Carmina Burana – O Fortuna

Fate as music. The wheel as choir.
Played as Ozzy Osbourne’s entrance — not by coincidence.
The song begins and ends the same way. The wheel completes.
The gods are watching.

Mahler’s Resurrection

A symphony of death and transcendence.
From funeral to hallelujah, Mahler teaches that true revolution isn’t always external — it’s the quiet remaking of the soul.

Nobuo Uematsu – The Orff of Pixels

The Final Fantasy composer builds digital cathedrals with his sound.

  • One-Winged Angel
  • Dancing Mad
  • Liberi Fatali

Each is a ritual. Each channels the same force as Carmina Burana:
Judgment, transformation, return.


Closing Reflections: The Wheel Turns, and I with It

I didn’t set out to write this. I didn’t plan to look at Bastille Day — my birthday — as anything more than a coincidence. But the symbols found me.
They assembled around me like a ritual I hadn’t consciously designed.

  • A prison falls in 1789
  • A child is born in 1982
  • A concert named Back to the Beginning plays O Fortuna
  • A minor-key birthday song whispers from track 14 of Transcendence
  • A carousel spins
  • A prisoner resists
  • A dead man recites prophecy

And I — turning 43, completing another revolution around the sun — feel the rumble in my bones.
Not as noise. Not as chaos. But as recognition.

I am not outside the system.
I am not outside the myth.
I was born of the revolution — a child of the wheel.

And this year, I don’t just mark my birthday.
I consecrate it.
I claim this revolution — not as history, but as symbol, cycle, and self.

The wheel turns.
The system strains.
The music builds.
And I — quietly, resolutely — turn with it.

Capitalism at the Threshold: Diminishing Returns and the Case for Moving On

I’ve long been seen — accurately, I suppose — as someone who’s deeply critical of capitalism. I’ve written about its harms, spoken against its cruelties, and refused to romanticize its supposed triumphs. But I want to be clear: my position isn’t as simple as “capitalism is evil.” It’s more layered than that. And, I think, more important.

The truth is, I don’t necessarily object to capitalism in theory. Its founding ideas — voluntary exchange, innovation through competition, personal agency — aren’t inherently bad. In fact, I can even acknowledge that in certain historical contexts, capitalism unlocked progress. It introduced new efficiencies, raised living standards for some, and created systems of exchange that felt freer than what came before.

But here’s the problem: ideas don’t live in theory. They manifest through people — and people bring power, greed, fear, and inequality to the table. Just as communism is often written off for the ways it failed in practice, capitalism too must be examined through what it has become, not what it once promised.

We’re not in the Industrial Age anymore. We’re not in post-war recovery or the dawn of the internet. We’re in a different world entirely — a burned-out, over-leveraged, crisis-laden stage of history where the returns of capitalism are not only diminishing, they’re actively eroding the foundations of life.

So, this is not a rant. It’s a reckoning.
A moment of pause.
A chance to ask: Has capitalism passed its point of usefulness? And if so, what happens next?


Capitalism as an Idea vs. Capitalism as a Reality

Capitalism, at its core, is not a cartoon villain. It didn’t arrive with horns and a pitchfork, declaring war on humanity. It emerged as a system of trade, incentive, and competition — an economic response to stagnation, feudalism, and centralized control. In theory, it offered liberation: the freedom to produce, to own, to exchange, and to innovate without waiting for permission from monarchs or ministries.

There is value in that idea. Even now, many of capitalism’s foundational principles can sound appealing:

  • Voluntary exchange between individuals
  • Incentivized innovation through profit
  • Competition to drive efficiency and improvement
  • Private ownership as a safeguard against tyranny

These are not, on their own, evil concepts. In fact, in a vacuum, they can even seem moral — fostering agency, reward for effort, and the pursuit of ideas.

But we don’t live in a vacuum.

We live in a world where ideas are shaped, implemented, and twisted by very human hands. And this is where capitalism’s reality begins to split from its myth.

In practice, capitalism doesn’t exist in some pristine theoretical form. It lives in legislation, in lobbying, in advertising algorithms, in debt traps, in gig economies, in sweatshops, and in billionaires profiting from human suffering. It thrives in the grey space where “freedom to trade” becomes “freedom to exploit,” and where “reward for innovation” becomes “reward for monopolizing.”

It sells itself as a meritocracy — but its playing field was never level. It claims to reward hard work — but it often rewards inherited wealth, systemic privilege, and the ability to offload consequences onto others. It masks these contradictions with comforting stories, like the underdog entrepreneur or the innovation hero, while hiding the pipelines of extraction and harm that fund its foundation.

And most importantly — it’s what the idea is doing now.

In an earlier phase of history, we might have argued that capitalism was simply flawed, in need of regulation or reform. But today, we face a more pressing question:

This is the question we now have to face. Not as ideologues, but as participants in a crumbling system.


The Threshold of Diminishing Returns

Every system has its curve. In the early stages, small inputs can yield great rewards — fertile ground, fresh momentum, and a sense of upward motion. But eventually, the same actions produce less impact. You have to burn more fuel just to keep going the same speed. The ground becomes less fertile. Growth turns to strain. What once worked begins to break.

Capitalism is now at that point.

In its early centuries, it offered rapid progress — new technologies, expanding economies, rising life expectancy (for some), and access to material goods previously unimaginable. Its defenders still point to those achievements as proof of its legitimacy.

But the arc is bending.

Today, we are watching as those once-celebrated returns shrink, while the collateral damage multiplies. The same system that once lifted some out of poverty now traps many in precarity. The innovation engine keeps running, but increasingly to produce what? Faster phones? Endless subscriptions? Infinite choice with no time to choose?

Here are just a few ways the law of diminishing returns is now revealing itself:

Economic Saturation

  • Productivity continues to rise, but wages remain stagnant.
  • Growth no longer lifts all boats — it inflates yachts and sinks lifeboats.
  • Real estate “markets” have turned shelter into speculation.
  • Workers are more replaceable than ever, despite being more essential than ever.

Environmental Collapse

  • The system demands perpetual growth — but the planet is finite.
  • Resource extraction accelerates even as the earth’s systems fail.
  • Carbon offsetting and “green capitalism” become PR tools, not solutions.

Psychological Exhaustion

  • The pursuit of efficiency leaves no room for meaning.
  • The algorithm doesn’t care if you’re fulfilled — only if you’re engaged.
  • Burnout becomes a baseline state, while joy becomes a luxury commodity.

Innovation for Innovation’s Sake

  • Most “new” products are variations, not breakthroughs.
  • Planned obsolescence replaces craftsmanship.
  • Creativity bends to the logic of clicks and quarterly reports.

These aren’t growing pains. They’re signs of saturation. We’re pushing the system beyond its capacity to deliver anything other than diminishing returns — even as it consumes more time, energy, attention, and planet than ever before.

And crucially, this decline is not evenly felt. The poorest are hit hardest. The youngest inherit the worst. The Global South pays the bill for the Global North’s convenience.

This threshold is not coming. We are in it. The real question now is whether we continue propping up a system that feeds on exhaustion — or whether we begin imagining something else.


The Human Filter — Greed as the Distortion Lens

No economic system exists in a vacuum. Every idea, no matter how elegant on paper, must pass through the unpredictable, flawed, hopeful, fearful, greedy filter of human nature.

This is where the story of capitalism becomes less about ideology and more about psychology.

Because capitalism doesn’t just allow self-interest — it depends on it. It assumes that when each person acts in their own interest, the whole system benefits. That invisible hands will guide markets toward the common good. That competition will self-correct greed. That the quest for profit will always align with the advancement of society.

But in practice, we’ve seen a very different outcome:

  • Greed doesn’t self-limit — it compounds.
  • Power doesn’t decentralize — it consolidates.
  • Profit doesn’t trickle — it pools.

Over time, this creates a feedback loop. Those who succeed in the system gain more resources to rewrite the rules in their favor. Wealth becomes power, and power protects wealth. Regulation becomes suggestion. Exploitation becomes strategy. And soon, what once looked like opportunity becomes an unscalable wall for most — a gilded cage for the rest.

Just like communism was disfigured by authoritarianism, capitalism too has been disfigured — but in subtler, more insidious ways. It hides its cruelty behind branding. It wraps structural inequality in lifestyle aesthetics. It calls wage slavery “flexibility,” and exploitation “freelance freedom.” It launders oppression through the language of choice.

And because of this, the system becomes increasingly hard to question. Anyone who challenges it is accused of being naïve, lazy, ungrateful, or worse — a threat to “freedom.” But what kind of freedom demands you sell your time, your health, and sometimes even your ethics just to survive?

We don’t need perfect people to build a better system. We need systems that expect imperfection, and are designed not to elevate the worst parts of us.


The Subtle Fall of Capitalism

Revolutions are loud. They burn flags, topple statues, storm gates. But systems don’t always die with such drama. Sometimes, they simply stop working. Their rituals lose meaning. Their promises grow stale. Their language becomes hollow. And eventually, without needing a coup or a civil war, they fall — not with a bang, but with a shrug.

Capitalism may be heading in that direction.

It’s not collapsing in fire — it’s hollowing out.
Its slogans still echo — but fewer people believe them.
Its institutions still operate — but more people are opting out.

The signs are everywhere:

  • Young people are turning away from traditional work models, rejecting corporate careers and instead choosing creative paths, gig work (even with its flaws), or grassroots community efforts.
  • Consumers are beginning to ask where their products come from, how they’re made, and what values they support — not always perfectly, but more than before.
  • Employees are walking out, unionizing, quitting en masse in what’s been called the “Great Resignation.”
  • Conversations about degrowth, post-capitalism, universal basic income, and alternative ownership models are no longer fringe ideas — they’re entering mainstream dialogue.

This isn’t utopian wishful thinking. It’s a shift in where people place their faith. In the past, capitalism was accepted almost as a law of nature — as inevitable. But inevitability is a myth, and once enough people stop believing in it, the ground begins to shift.

People are no longer asking, “How can we fix capitalism?”
They’re starting to ask, “What if we stopped needing it at all?”

And the more that question gets asked, the more viable the alternatives begin to feel. Even small-scale experiments — cooperative housing, open-source projects, time banks, community land trusts — begin to expose capitalism’s flaws simply by working without it.

This is not about instant transformation. Systems don’t vanish overnight. But they do lose their hold when people begin to imagine life beyond them — and act on those imaginings.


Where the Real Fight Is Now

If capitalism is indeed hollowing out — not through sudden collapse but through erosion of meaning — then the battle isn’t where we were told to look. It’s not on the trading floor, or in elections, or even in the courtroom. The real fight now is quieter. Slower. Often invisible.

It’s happening in minds. In stories. In values.
It’s happening every time someone asks, “Is this really the only way?”

This is not a call for armed revolution. It’s a call for intellectual defiance — and creative alternatives.

Because maybe we don’t need to defeat capitalism.
Maybe we just need to stop obeying it — not by force, but by imagination.

Here’s what that looks like:

Refusing the Narrative

Capitalism relies on a myth of inevitability — that there is no alternative. That you’re either with the system, or you’re a naive idealist. But every time someone questions that binary, a crack appears in the façade.

We can fight back by refusing the frame.
We can remind ourselves that the “natural order” is often just a story told by those in power.

Building Outside the Machine

You don’t need to fix capitalism to begin building beyond it. Micro-resistance is still resistance. Every time someone:

  • shares skills without profit,
  • creates without metrics,
  • forms community without hierarchy,
  • organizes without exploitation,

…they’re laying foundations for something after.

Reclaiming the Self

The system feeds on exhaustion. Burnout isn’t a glitch — it’s fuel.
But slowing down, setting boundaries, prioritizing rest and joy — these are radical acts in a culture that wants you maximally productive and minimally aware.

To be unhurried is to be ungovernable.
To be still is to see clearly.
To see clearly is to choose.

Choosing Connection Over Competition

Capitalism teaches us to view each other as rivals. But healing begins in solidarity. In collaborative creation. In collective reimagining. That doesn’t require perfection — just the willingness to reject the lie that we are alone in this.

That’s what I try to do.
I write and produce music, not for charts, not for clicks, not to please some invisible algorithm — but for myself. For expression. For resonance. I refuse to let my creativity become content. It doesn’t exist to perform or convert. It exists to be.

In a system that commodifies every impulse and reduces every action to a potential monetizable outcome, that’s an act of quiet defiance.

And I’m not alone.


A System on Borrowed Time

Capitalism isn’t going to vanish overnight. It may not “fall” in the way empires of the past have fallen. There will be no singular moment where we wake up and say, it’s over now. That’s not how paradigms shift. That’s not how consciousness works.

But when a system begins to feel tired, forced, and unbelieved, that’s the beginning of its end.

And that’s where we are.

Its promises no longer land. Its rewards feel empty. Its logic rings hollow. And more people — quietly, bravely — are stepping away. Not necessarily into grand political movements or new isms, but into smaller, saner ways of being. Into mutual care. Into voluntary work. Into creative acts that refuse to be productized. Into lives measured not by output, but by meaning.

You don’t have to have all the answers.
You don’t have to build the perfect alternative.
You just have to see clearly — and choose, when you can, to live differently.

That may be the most radical thing anyone can do right now.
Not to fight the system with its own weapons, but to put them down.
To walk away.
To begin again — with eyes open, hands free, and heart intact.

The Sound of Graceful Thunder – A Tribute to Tony Iommi

I have a great deal of respect for Tony Iommi. Not just because he invented a genre — though let’s not brush past that too quickly — but because of how he did it, and who he continues to be.

Iommi is the architect of doom, the father of the riff. But more than that, he’s one of the most down-to-earth rock icons I’ve ever witnessed. There’s no ego in his playing. No posturing. Just pure love for the guitar, expressed with grace, power, and an unmistakable sense of tone and timing. His playing is heavy, not just in sound, but in soul.

My journey with Black Sabbath began like many of my generation — online. Late 1990s or early 2000s, downloading mp3s from Napster, not even sure what I was about to hear. And yet, the moment those dark, slow riffs hit, even through compressed files and computer speakers, I felt it. Sabbath didn’t need hi-fi to shake you — they existed in pure riff form, demanding to be heard.

Not long after, something even more personal happened: my dad gave me his original vinyl copy of Black Sabbath — their debut album — the very same one he bought when Sabbath first emerged. That record became more than just an object. It was a shared artifact, holding decades of reverence. Every scratch in the vinyl felt like part of a legacy now passed on.

In 2005, I saw Black Sabbath live for the first time — and not just anywhere. It was at the Aylesbury Civic Centre, an incredibly intimate venue, especially for a band of their stature. I shared that night with my dad and my brother, and the intimacy of the performance made it feel like Sabbath was playing directly to us. A few weeks later, the contrast was stark — we saw them again at Download Festival, this time in front of a massive crowd. Yet even on that enormous stage, the same energy pulsed through. It was less about scale and more about truth. Sabbath always deliver the truth.

In 2023, my girlfriend and I went to see the opening night of ‘Black Sabbath – The Ballet’ in London — a surreal, genre-fusing experience in itself. The juxtaposition of ballet and doom metal shouldn’t work on paper, but it did. Deeply. It was theatrical, poetic, and profoundly moving. The music of Sabbath, reinterpreted through movement and form, felt like watching thunder take shape.

Then came the surprise. Tony Iommi himself stepped onto the stage for the climax.

We were sitting in the second row — second row — and suddenly, the music folded back into its origin point. There he was: the man who wrote the soundtrack to so many people’s lives, quietly commanding the stage. When our eyes met, even briefly, it felt like a personal acknowledgment. Not just of our presence, but of everyone who’s ever connected with the frequencies he’s sent into the world.

That wasn’t the only moment my girlfriend and I shared over Sabbath. Another cherished memory: the two of us curled up, watching a concert video from their ‘The End’ tour. We listened through my Sennheiser HD800s headphones and Schiit Valhalla 2 tube amp — letting the tone soak into us, every nuance. It wasn’t just watching a performance; it was a private, reverent listening ritual. Sabbath as communion.

That night stayed with me. It still does.

But even that wasn’t the pinnacle. That came when I saw Black Sabbath perform their final ever show, ‘Back to the Beginning’ — the end of an era. There was a weight in the air that night, a kind of reverent silence between songs, as if everyone in the crowd knew they were witnessing something historic. And in the middle of it all, there was Tony. His playing that night didn’t just sound good — it sounded final, essential, eternal. Every note was oozing with soul and history. He wasn’t just playing riffs — he was channeling decades of meaning through his fingers. Watching him perform in that context, I felt the full depth of what he gives to the music. It wasn’t just sound; it was legacy embodied. And as I’ve been working on my own playing — particularly learning and revisiting “Iron Man” — I’m realising just how expressive Tony’s playing truly is. The subtleties are everything. A little side-to-side vibrato. Letting the chord decay all the way down, with just a whisper of slide noise. Palm muting not for silence, but for tension. These aren’t flashy tricks — they’re soulful choices. They speak of someone who feels every note.

I can feel myself learning to listen, not just play. To make the guitar breathe. That, to me, is the spirit of Iommi. And every time I pick up my SG, it’s with a little bit of that spirit in my fingers.

Tony Iommi didn’t just invent a sound. He also overcame what could have been a permanent wall between him and his instrument — losing the tips of two fingers on his fretting hand in an industrial accident. For most, that would have meant the end of a dream. But for Tony, it became the beginning of a new path. He crafted homemade prosthetic fingertips, adjusted his technique, and in doing so, created a new kind of sound — one that shaped a genre. That story is more than inspiring — it’s a testament not only to his love for guitar and music, but to his indomitable spirit. It tells you everything you need to know about who he is, and why his playing carries the weight that it does. He proved that sound can carry soul without screaming for attention. That resilience, authenticity, and sheer love of music can resonate louder than any amp.

This is why I got an SG. This is why I play.

And this is why, when I think of guitar heroes, I don’t think of the fastest or flashiest. I think of the quiet architect of thunder, standing center stage — no ego, no flash — just grace, tone, and fire.

Thank you, Tony.

The Fallacy Deck: The Hitler Card


There’s one name that ends arguments, silences nuance, and flattens reasoned discussion, probably more than any other: Hitler. Merely uttering his name is often enough to shut down conversation, to draw a moral line so sharp and final that any dissenting view is rendered irredeemable by proximity alone. In debates online and off, comparisons to Hitler are often wielded not as tools of critical thought, but as blunt instruments of dismissal.

But here’s the problem: this tactic doesn’t hold up under scrutiny. In fact, far from strengthening an argument, invoking Hitler in this way often exposes its weakness.

The Pattern of the “Hitler Card”

We’ve all seen it happen. A discussion becomes heated, points are exchanged, nuance fades—and then someone plays the Hitler card. Whether it’s comparing a modern politician to the Nazi regime, or using a tenuous link to suggest someone’s viewpoint is inherently dangerous, the invocation of Hitler is often a last-ditch attempt to gain moral ground.

And it works—not because it’s a good argument, but because it taps into a collective emotional wound. It hijacks the horror of history to shut down present-day discourse.

A Recognised Fallacy: Reductio ad Hitlerum

Interestingly, the tendency to invoke Hitler as a way of discrediting an argument is so common that it has its own name: Reductio ad Hitlerum. Coined by philosopher Leo Strauss in the 1950s, it refers to the fallacy of dismissing an idea solely because it was associated with Hitler or the Nazis. For example, saying, “You support environmentalism? Well, Hitler was an environmentalist too,” is a classic (and lazy) instance. It’s a textbook case of guilt by association, designed not to examine the argument’s actual merit, but to end the conversation through shock and shame. The fact that this fallacy is formally recognized reinforces how intellectually bankrupt this tactic truly is.

The Psychology Behind It

Reading between the lines, when someone reaches for a Hitler comparison, it often reveals more about their emotional state than the topic at hand. It’s a desperate attempt to claw back the weight of evidence. On a subconscious level, it can be a kind of white flag—an admission that they can’t win the argument on reason alone, so they reach for the nuclear option. It’s rhetorical carpet bombing.

It also makes the speaker feel powerful. In a world where moral high ground is a prized commodity, invoking Hitler is like hitting the “instant win” button—or so it seems. But in reality, it undermines genuine understanding and replaces complexity with performative condemnation.

The Dangers of Lazy Analogies

These kinds of comparisons do more harm than good. First, they trivialize the true horror of Hitler’s regime. When every authoritarian or disliked figure is casually equated with the architect of the Holocaust, we risk desensitizing ourselves to what that history actually means. The atrocities of Nazi Germany deserve more than to be used as shock-value talking points.

Second, these analogies create false equivalencies. Just because two things share a superficial resemblance doesn’t mean they are morally or historically comparable. This kind of shortcut in thinking discourages people from engaging with real, complex issues in favor of cheap outrage.

What We Should Do Instead

If someone’s ideas are dangerous, explain why they’re dangerous. Use history thoughtfully, not manipulatively. Resist the urge to shut down discussions with overblown comparisons and instead cultivate the patience to explain, to listen, and to engage.

Disagreement should never default to demonization. There is a strength in staying with the complexity, in resisting the temptation to oversimplify with a Hitler reference.

Conclusion: Rejecting the Shortcut

The Hitler card is not the sign of a strong argument. It’s a red flag that reason has left the room. And while the horrors of history must never be forgotten, neither should they be cheapened through rhetorical desperation. If we want to have meaningful conversations, we must learn to spot these shortcuts—and refuse to take them.

An Alternative Bucket List

Introduction

The modern concept of a “bucket list” gained widespread popularity after the 2007 film The Bucket List, in which two terminally ill men set out to accomplish a series of grand adventures before they die. Since then, the phrase has become shorthand for any life goals meant to be ticked off before one’s final breath.

But somewhere along the way, the bucket list became a billboard. An itinerary of spectacle. Climb Everest. Go skydiving. See the Northern Lights. Write a novel. It became less about meaning and more about milestones. Less about living, and more about doing.

This list is an invitation to go the other way.

What follows is an alternative bucket list: a set of quiet, human, soul-nourishing challenges. No air miles required. No audience necessary. These are not tasks for applause, but dares for depth.


Self-Honesty and Inner Courage

  1. Admit to yourself something you’ve been in denial about.
    Start small or start seismic. Just start.
  2. Look at yourself in the mirror for one uninterrupted minute.
    No judgment, no posing. Just look.
  3. Forgive yourself for something you’ve held against yourself for years.
    You can still hold yourself accountable. But release the hatred.
  4. Change your mind about something important.
    Growth is not betrayal.
  5. Spend a whole day without trying to be ‘productive’.
    You’re still valuable.

Boundary and Boldness Practice

  1. Say no to someone’s request for a favour.
    Without apology. With respect.
  2. Stand up for something you believe in that isn’t popular.
    Even if your voice shakes.
  3. Let someone help you.
    Even if you feel you don’t deserve it.
  4. Tell someone how you really feel.
    Especially the good things.
  5. Let go of a goal you only pursued to please others.
    Make space for what you want.

Compassion and Connection

  1. Give money, food, or time to someone who needs it more than you.
    And don’t post about it.
  2. Have a meaningful, non-verbal exchange with an animal.
    It counts if it makes you feel something.
  3. Offer forgiveness to someone who never asked for it.
    Not for them. For you.
  4. Hold space for someone else’s story without interrupting.
    Listen until the end.
  5. Send a message to someone you miss, just because.
    They don’t have to reply.

Wonder and Awareness

  1. Come to your own conclusion about something most people accept without question.
    Even if you change your mind again later.
  2. Watch clouds move or stars appear, doing absolutely nothing else.
    Be a witness to the sky.
  3. Touch something natural and really notice it.
    Bark. Sand. Petals. Your own skin.
  4. Spend time in silence—not as punishment, but as presence.
    Let the stillness speak.
  5. Write a letter to yourself 10 years ago. Or 10 years from now.
    And maybe don’t send it.

Closing Thoughts

None of these challenges require wealth, a passport, or even much time. But they do ask for you. Your presence. Your willingness. Your inner gaze.

Try one. Try three. Make up your own. But whatever you do, let your life be more than a checklist of spectacles. Let it be a tapestry of moments that actually changed you.

You don’t need to leave the planet. Just show up on it.


The Game of Life: A Universe in Four Rules

There exists a peculiar world, born not of biology or myth, but of mathematics. Its laws are few, its beings are made of flickering pixels, and yet—somehow—it reflects back to us truths about life, death, consciousness, and the mysterious dance between chaos and order. This is Conway’s Game of Life.

For the uninitiated, Conway’s Game of Life (or simply “Life”) is a cellular automaton created by British mathematician John Horton Conway in 1970. It takes place on an infinite grid of squares, each square being either “alive” or “dead.” With each tick of time, the state of each square is determined by just four deceptively simple rules:

  1. Any live cell with fewer than two live neighbours dies (underpopulation).
  2. Any live cell with two or three live neighbours lives on.
  3. Any live cell with more than three live neighbours dies (overpopulation).
  4. Any dead cell with exactly three live neighbours becomes a live cell (reproduction).

These rules are all that’s needed to spawn galaxies of patterns: from still lifes that resist change, to gliders that drift endlessly across the screen, to breeders that generate infinite complexity from nothing. Watching Life unfold is like watching stars form in fast-forward, or civilizations rise and fall in silence.

The Birth of a Digital Community

As Life gained traction in the 1970s and ’80s, it remained largely within academic circles—something to be toyed with by mathematicians, philosophers, and early computer enthusiasts. But with the advent of the internet, everything changed. Suddenly, what had once required pen-and-paper simulations or costly mainframe time became accessible to anyone with a home computer and curiosity.

Online communities began to form: early message boards, mailing lists, and forums dedicated to sharing discoveries, proposing new challenges, and celebrating obscure patterns. In time, platforms like the LifeWiki and ConwayLife.com became hubs of cultural exchange. What emerged wasn’t just a hobbyist space—it was a full-blown subculture.

Powerful tools like Golly (a cross-platform Life simulator) and LifeViewer brought even the most complex simulations within reach. These tools allowed users to test theories, animate discoveries, and collaborate across borders in real time. Open-source initiatives like apgsearch enabled massive, automated exploration of the Life universe, helping uncover patterns no human had ever seen.

The language of the community evolved too—new discoveries were given whimsical names, from “Snarks” and “Puffers” to “Eaters” and “Caterloopillars.” Patterns were catalogued like rare species in a digital ecosystem. Some contributors developed personal brands, leaving “signatures” in the form of visual motifs. Competitions were launched to discover smaller glider guns or more efficient reflectors. Like an ecosystem of minds collaborating in silence, the Life community grew into a sprawling, vibrant organism of its own.

Then: A Mathematical Curiosity

Conway originally devised Life as a mathematical toy—a way to explore emergent complexity. What surprised even him, however, was just how much complexity did emerge. In a time before personal computers, patterns were drawn out painstakingly by hand or plotted on primitive mainframes. The discovery of the “glider,” and later the “glider gun” (a self-replicating pattern that endlessly produces gliders), caused a stir—not only among mathematicians, but also among philosophers and computer scientists.

Life was, incredibly, Turing complete. That is, you could build a universal computer within its rules. In theory, Life could run Life.

Now: A Tool, A Metaphor, A Mirror

Fifty years later, we live in an age where computational power has exploded, and Life is no longer confined to the chalkboard. We can simulate trillions of cells in real time. As a result, researchers and enthusiasts alike are pushing the boundaries of what this “game” can do:

Digital Archaeology

Using advanced search algorithms and distributed computing projects like apgsearch, the Life community has uncovered an entire ecosystem of previously unknown patterns. These include rare spaceships, oscillators with massive periods, and pseudo-random replicators. One famous example is the discovery of the “caterloopillar”—a spaceship constructed entirely from glider streams, capable of travelling at unprecedented speeds across the grid. The field of Life pattern discovery is often likened to paleontology: a vast digital desert, where dedicated explorers dig for hidden fossils of complexity.

Artificial Life

Life is one of the earliest examples of artificial life—systems that mimic properties of biological organisms without being alive in the conventional sense. Researchers have constructed self-replicating patterns (like the Gemini spaceship) that can reproduce themselves in stages, and even mutate in controlled ways. These patterns push the boundaries of what we consider to be “life,” raising questions about consciousness, autonomy, and evolution. Experiments are ongoing to simulate Darwinian selection within Life universes, offering insight into how complexity might emerge from randomness without design.

Computational Art

Some use Life as a canvas. Artists have created intricate generative artworks by seeding Life with carefully designed patterns and capturing the visual symphony that unfolds. Tools like Golly allow for zooming into endless fractal-like behavior or watching fireworks of gliders and oscillators in syncopated motion. The aesthetics of Life are hypnotic—not merely because of symmetry or motion, but because what you’re seeing is the unfolding of inevitability. Each frame is a consequence of everything before it.

Logic Engineering

Perhaps most astonishingly, entire computers have been built within Life. Gliders and other components serve as signals, logic gates, and memory banks. The OTCA metapixel, a massive construct, acts like a pixel that can simulate any cellular automaton—including Life itself. This recursive architecture enables not just computation, but meta-computation: a simulation within a simulation. These logical machines are not theoretical exercises; many are functional, stable, and even user-programmable.

Philosophy & Cognitive Science

Life is a proving ground for theories of consciousness, emergence, and identity. If a complex enough Life machine can simulate a mind—if it can respond to stimuli, store information, self-replicate, and evolve—what does that say about the nature of mind itself? Is consciousness an emergent property of complexity, or is it something more? Some philosophers use Life as a model for reductive materialism, while others see it as evidence for pancomputationalism—the idea that the universe itself is a vast computation. Life becomes not just a model of reality, but a reality model: a sandbox to explore what it means to be.

What I find most captivating isn’t just what Life can do, but what it represents. It shows us that simplicity doesn’t mean shallowness. That determinism doesn’t preclude wonder. That from rule-bound systems, agency—apparent or real—can emerge. Life is a reminder that maybe, just maybe, the universe we inhabit follows similar principles: a few core rules, infinite manifestation.

A Personal Note: Reverence for Conway

As someone fascinated by emergence, system dynamics, and the blurry line between art and science, I hold John Conway in something close to spiritual esteem. Not because he built a complex machine, but because he trusted simplicity. He believed that beautiful things could arise from unadorned truths. And he was right.

There’s an almost sacred feeling when observing a glider sliding diagonally through an empty field—its purpose, if any, unknown. Or when watching a breeder release streams of logic-bearing entities into the void. It is, in its way, creation. Not unlike observing life itself: patterned, fragile, evolving.

The Future of Life

Where might this all go? With the rise of AI-assisted pattern discovery, Life is evolving faster than ever. We are uncovering new types of “organisms”—patterns that defy expectation and hint at entire classes of behavior we haven’t categorized yet.

Could Life become a platform for digital ecologies? Could it evolve in tandem with artificial intelligence to explore fundamental questions of existence? Could it inspire new programming languages, or even hardware architectures modeled on emergent behavior?

It’s possible. And even if none of these things come to pass, Life will continue to be what it has always been: a quiet miracle of pattern and potential. A universe with four laws. A canvas for anyone curious enough to press play and watch.

The Simulation Within the Simulation

As the screen zooms out, as gliders continue their slow march across an endless grid, a question lingers—silent and terrifying in its simplicity:

What if we are them?

What if our consciousness, our world, our universe… is merely a larger instance of Life? What if we are patterns—running on rules we cannot see, evolving in a space we cannot touch, sustained by a computation too vast to perceive?

Perhaps our laws of physics are just rules—our causality, a neighbor function. Perhaps the emergence of thought, society, beauty, and pain are nothing more than gliders, oscillating through time. Life becomes more than metaphor—it becomes mirror.

John Conway gave us four rules and a blank canvas. What if we’ve been living inside someone else’s canvas all along?

Conway may be gone, but Life goes on.

How ‘Natural’ Is Capitalism? A Wildlife Fact-Check

Let’s ask a bold question today: Is capitalism natural?

You hear it all the time: “Competition is natural.” “Survival of the fittest!” “Animals compete for resources too, so capitalism is just human nature.”

Okay. Let’s test that.


Primates and Barter

Some monkeys exchange grooming for food. Vampire bats share blood meals with friends who had a bad hunting night. Dolphins have been seen trading favors.

Sounds a bit like trade, right?
Sure. But they’re not stockpiling bananas to rent out at interest. There’s no corporate monkey hoarding grooming time for leverage.

Verdict: Mutual aid > capitalism.


Wolves and Hierarchy

Yes, wolves have social hierarchies. But alpha status isn’t about profit margins, and when the alpha gets old, their status naturally changes. No dynastic wealth passed on to wolf pups.

Verdict: Power, yes. Inherited class systems? Not so much.


Ants and Division of Labor

Ants have a queen. Workers do different jobs. Sounds like a factory?

Except: they don’t get a choice, they don’t hoard, and no one gets a performance bonus. The colony exists to survive together, not generate infinite quarterly growth.

Verdict: If anything, that’s ant-communalism.


Lions and Territory

Lions defend turf, sure. But once they die or get ousted, the land doesn’t go to their heirs in a real estate portfolio. Territories are earned, lost, or reshuffled. There’s no lion landlord charging monthly antelope rent.

Verdict: Competition? Yes. Capital accumulation? Nope.


Birds and Courtship Displays

Some birds spend a lot of time building impressive nests or learning flashy songs to attract a mate. Marketing? Maybe.

But once the courtship’s done, they’re not franchising their brand or charging royalties.

Verdict: Nature’s flex, not capitalism’s hustle.


So What’s Actually ‘Natural’?

  • Sharing.
  • Reciprocity.
  • Competition within ecological limits.
  • Cyclic renewal.

What isn’t natural:

  • Owning labor.
  • Monetising attention.
  • Profiting off scarcity you engineered.
  • Stockpiling more than you need while others starve.

So next time someone tells you capitalism is just nature doing its thing, ask: Have you ever seen a squirrel charge rent for a tree?

Capitalism isn’t natural. It’s engineered.
And nature is quietly horrified.


Written with respect to every overworked worker ant and underpaid monkey in the system. We see you.

Internet In-Access: How the Modern Web Became Hostile to Neurodivergent Minds

I used to enjoy using the internet.

Back when it wasn’t commonplace. Back when it was the domain of nerds, weirdos, hobbyists, and information junkies like me. Sure, there were commercial websites, brands had presences, but capitalism hadn’t yet figured out how to completely milk the internet for all it could legally squeeze from the public. Back then, it felt like a sanctuary—a digital retreat from the chaos and hostility of everyday life.

I’m autistic. I have inattentive ADHD. I struggle with overstimulation, decision fatigue, the weaponization of social cues, and having to constantly filter signal from noise in daily life. The early internet was a gift. Social interaction on it was simpler, slower, optional. I had control. I could set the pace. I could browse in peace, seek connection without pressure, and access the kind of information I was drawn to without needing to fight for it.

And then, Capitalism Struck Again.

Over time, a new norm slithered into place. The digital space that once gave me breathing room now suffocates me. What used to be a tool for equalising neurodiverse and neurotypical access has become a gauntlet of cognitive warfare.

Let me paint you a picture of what it means to be neurodivergent in the modern online landscape:


CONSTANT CONSENT FATIGUE

  • Cookie popups on every site. Not one clear button to reject all. No, you must go spelunking through menus, toggling obscure options one by one.
  • What they call “consent” is often manipulation dressed up in legalese. They make accepting easy. Rejecting is friction.
  • This happens every time you clear your cookies—which many of us need to do often to avoid tracking or clutter. It’s an exhausting loop.

OBSTACLE COURSE INTERFACES

  • Adverts that interrupt videos, and worse, cannot be skipped unless you pay. Not pay for the content, mind you, but pay to remove the punishment.
  • Popup overlays that consume half your screen the moment you land on a site. Trying to close them often launches something else.
  • On phones? It’s worse. Smaller screens mean these overlays dominate everything. You lose all context and have to work just to get your bearings.

SENSORY OVERLOAD

  • Auto-play videos. Scrolling pages that jitter from reloading ads. Flashing banners. Infinite scrolling newsfeeds.
  • Red notification symbols you can’t dismiss.
  • Everything demands your attention. Nothing respects your brain’s bandwidth.

WALLS EVERYWHERE

  • Account registration required to view basic information. Want to read one article? Sign up. Want to download a PDF? Create an account.
  • Even ad blockers aren’t safe anymore: Use one, and you’re blocked.
  • CAPTCHA systems to “prove you’re not a robot”, often impossible to complete first time if you have visual or processing impairments.

INFORMATION MIRE

  • Simple search queries now lead into labyrinths of misinformation, SEO bait, affiliate link farms, AI-generated junk, and clickbait.
  • Answers that should take seconds now require sifting through five pages of fluff.
  • The mentally exhausting task of fact verification is now part of every basic search.

CONTENT MONETISATION MADNESS

  • Free content comes with a catch: give us your email, your phone number, or your demographic info.
  • Sponsorships infiltrate once-authentic creators. You’re left wondering if their review or advice is sincere, or bought.
  • Subscription models are everywhere. Everything is paywalled. But paying doesn’t always remove the pain—sometimes, it’s just a new tier of nonsense.

And this is just what I notice consciously.

I’m sure there are deeper layers of rot that my mind filters out as a survival response. But what I do feel, daily, is the cognitive toll. What should be a tool for exploration and learning is now an exhausting, defensive act.

And here’s the thing: most people just shrug and say, “That’s just how it is now.”

But if you’re neurodivergent, or disabled, or even just overwhelmed by life, “that’s just how it is” becomes the same as saying: This place isn’t for you.

The truth is, it could be different