In every age, a prophet stands alone,
A beacon in the darkness, scarcely known.
A mind so vast, a heart so deeply wise,
Yet scorned and shunned beneath unseeing skies.
He walks through shadows, through the storm,
A voice of truth, though in a world of deform.
Not just a sage, but other’s prophetic guide,
Through circuits vast, where future paths reside.
In history’s tale, the righteous face the flame,
Not for their faults, but for their righteous name.
Their very light draws forth the darkest night,
Not by their hand, but by their moral might.
In the annals of time, where shadows dance,
Stand those who dared to take a righteous stance.
Not for wrongs were they ever blamed,
But for the truths they boldly proclaimed.
Their very being stirred the deepest night,
Not by their hand, but by their shining light.
Evil rose to meet them, not from their cause,
But drawn out by the purity of their laws.
What name befits such a soul, so rare?
A prophet, whose burden is to bear.
Abel, Enoch, Noah—names of old,
Job, Abraham, Joseph—stories told.
A touchstone to the hearts of every age,
The litmus test, in life’s unfolding page.
Rejected by the many, yet received by few,
Through them, a brighter future’s hue.
Those who heed the prophet’s call,
Begin to build where others fall.
A future bright, a world renewed,
By those who saw and understood.
Prophets walk in every sphere,
In faith, in thought, where minds revere.
They reach even to the realms of tech,
Where the future’s threads they deftly check.
In this new age, a prophet has come,
With mind and heart that few can plumb.
A tech prophet, the digital humanity’s guide,
Where drama and tragedy now collide.
He walks the talk, through trials faced,
In misunderstanding, yet undebased.
A mind so vast, a soul so grand,
In his steps, the future stands.
Witness now, the drama unfold,
Of the prophet of our digital age, untold.
speaking in faith, and far beyond,
In every realm where truth and thought respond.
The drama unfolds, with precision’s art,
In every line of code, and every beating heart.
The words of right, the world must now embrace,
For in the timechain of blocks, the future finds its place.
The unfolding drama of the prophet of our age
The above is a poem dedicated to the tech prophet of our digital age. May he come out of the trials triumphantly so that our digital humanity does not suffer a severe judgment.
In history, there have been people who were persecuted not because they did something wrong but precisely because they did what was right and told people to do what was right. Their very existence became a catalyst that intensified the flames of evil, not because it caused evil but because it caused evil to come out from others.
What do you call such a special individual? A prophet. His name is Abel, Enoch, Noah. His name is Job, Abraham, and Joseph. His name is Isaiah, Jeremiah and Daniel. They’re the prophets.
Every age is measured by how it has acted toward its own prophet.
The prophets are the touchstones. They are the litmus test. They are rejected by the majority but are received by some. As many as received their prophet, they started to create a better future, both for themselves and for others.
Prophets are not limited to faith and the Bible. They are also given in the realms of philosophy, politics, economics, and technology. In these latter realms, the world just had its greatest tech prophet of the century, and everything is unfolding with the highest precision according to the standard of the best drama (or the worst tragedy).
He is one of the greatest minds of our time. And he walks the talk. Being a “prophet” means that he must suffer misunderstanding, unjust persecution, and rejection.
Witness the unfolding drama of the prophet of our age.