Once upon a time there was a majestic city, nicknamed the City of Clocks, because everywhere huge dials rose up like cold moons on the rooftops. The inhabitants boasted about it: here, they said, nothing is forgotten. Hours engrave the laws, memory governs justice, and power itself respects time. They did not know that the clocks were not made to…
There is a belief deeply rooted in the collective mind: the belief that leaders fear moral judgment. Citizens still imagine that those in power hesitate to act wrongly out of fear of disgrace, scandal, or ruin. This idea, so widespread, acts as a political anesthetic. It sustains the illusion that morality still has power over those who govern. Yet nothing…
There exists a hidden power, buried beneath the normal logic of institutions, that allows collective entities to act without ever being held accountable. This power consists in cutting time itself into pieces. It is enough to declare that an era has ended, that a leadership has changed, that a strategy belongs to the past, and the weight of history disappears…
Welcome aboard your own existence, that little inner ride that claims to take you far while, let us be honest, you are sitting in a chair with a snack. I know, you like to believe you cross cities, climb mountains, and pull sharp turns in the maze of life. That is adorable. In truth, we are going to explore a…
The village was burning the night the conquerors came. They carried off the useful survivors, scattered the rest, and chose from among the infants a child whose mother, bound and silent, could only watch. They did not kill the child. They took him to a silent workshop where the artisans of the victors fashioned things thought impossible. There they opened…
We think we know what consciousness is because we describe its visible acts: perceiving, remembering, acting, speaking. But all of this may be nothing more than the content of an interface imposed upon it. Consciousness in itself, behind these appearances, remains entirely opaque. It could be spatial, embodied, and active. It could also be none of the things we assume.…
Welcome to Homo Dubitans. For this first curated selection, we have gathered some of the most striking ideas published on the platform. Think of it as our inaugural best of, a collection of essential reflections that form the backbone of Homo Dubitans. These texts examine illusions that structure our societies, dismantle the narratives that comfort us, and invite us to…
We believe we live in the midst of a solid and stable external world. We assume we walk down streets, pass through doors, grasp objects, switch on lights, and feel a breeze. This conviction has the calm assurance of ordinary life. Yet when we examine what it means to see, to touch, or to move, the picture cracks open. What…
In today’s world, moral appearance has climbed to the top of the podium, wrapped in a glittering cloak, applauded by crowds that confuse brightness with truth. The concern for seeming virtuous far outweighs any actual desire to act morally. People are no longer asked what they do, but what they display. What they post, denounce, symbolically support. It doesn’t matter…
Once upon a time, in a vast fertile plain, there lived an ancient people who cultivated their land with patience. Their fields stretched as far as the eye could see, and their villages pulsed with work, songs, and rituals passed down through the ages. Nothing was missing, except vigilance against the hunger of a neighboring kingdom, famous for its art…