Time To Remember Who We Are

Ἀριστοτέλης claimed that time is not a kind of change but that it is something dependent on change, he defined it as a kind of “number of change” with respect to the before and after. It is argued that this means time is a kind of order, a universal structure within which all changes are related to one another. It is through our diversity as a tribal race that defines us as timeless in essence, the true indigenous people of the Aegean and Asia Minor, born of autochthonous decent and history created in true definition, nothingness without end, and who among us is willing to remember who we are?

Ἡράκλειτος ὁ Ἐφέσος said” “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.” How many of us understand its implementation to life when everything we see around us is in a state of influx?, yet we sit in idle without acknowledging that without change our identity flickers that was once the light among the darkness when our enemies failed to replace us and their gods were extinguished once our swords were drawn, and how many imposters of today’s world continue to claim that our pages of history are yet to dry and their pens are willing to rewrite what is ours for the sake of national identity, of impurity, a montage of ghost writers.

 Perhaps we should ask them to consult Εὑβουλίδης ὁ Μίλητος if his “Liar Paradox” is applicable to demonstrable facts? Or can we ask, “A man says that he is lying, is what he says true or false?" Only the originators of true historical facts know the meaning to your plethora of contradictions. So what does it make of us then?, well it is predominantly not enough to excuse ourselves from our moral responsibility towards each other, our race, our people, our nation, our identity, our language, our home and our lands under false occupation. History continues to testify on our behalf but for how much longer? Our voices continually need to be heard when the betrayer of his people, the descendant of Ἐπιάλτης seeks to diminish the purity of Hellenism and universally distorts the underlining factors of nationalism as extremism, while we remain steadfast in remembering who we are, and the preservation of Hellas for Hellenes.

Our ancestors, the fathers of today’s renowned academics cemented the laying foundation for true and obtainable knowledge for us to remember, to utilise and flourish the sovereignty of our influence throughout the ages, as a preventative measure to never allow another library to burn aloft, time space as we knew it irrevocably lost, but we will never forget who we are, to them we are mere mortals, to us they were god like, and to those whose god claim miracles of scientific nature, our ancestors were simply making progress.

I think, therefore I am, Hellene.