Living in Harmony: The Paradox of Conformity vs. Individuality.©

I began this article with a question I posed. It received a few comments though there was mainly confusion. Whose standards of social harmony do you uphold?

A curious paradox emerges in a world that increasingly champions unity and harmony - one that few dare to question. The prevailing narrative suggests that harmony is best achieved when people think and act alike and align themselves to a common set of beliefs or behaviours. Yet, beneath the surface of this manufactured peace lies a more profound question: Is true harmony the result of uniformity, or is it the art of coexisting as unique individuals who respect one another despite our differences.

To investigate this, we must peel back the layers of what it means to live in harmony from a psychological and behavioural perspective - not through the lens of social conditioning, but by honouring the untamed nature of the human spirit.

The Illusion of Harmony Through Conformity

History shows that every society, from ancient empires to modern democracies, has sought harmony through conformity. Whether it be religious doctrines, political ideologies, or cultural norms, the unspoken rule has always been that to belong, one must blend in. Psychologists have long studied this human tendency, known as social conformity - the pressure to align with the majority to avoid rejection or conflict.

Solomon Asch's famous conformity experiments in the 1950s demonstrated how easily individuals abandon their own perceptions simply to fit in with the group. The desire for social acceptance overrides the inner voice of reason, a quiet surrender disguised as cooperation. What begins as a survival mechanism morphs into a psychological cage in which people trade their individuality for the comfort of belonging.

But here lies the danger: Harmony built on conformity is not harmony at all - it is merely the absence of conflict. It is a fragile peace that exists only so long as no one dares to question the script.

The Price of Manufactured Peace

In behavioural science, this phenomenon is often referred to as groupthink - where the pursuit of consensus silences dissent. From boardrooms to religious congregations, entire communities can operate under the illusion of harmony while suppressing the diversity of thought that could propel them forward.

The unspoken contract is clear: Stay in line, and you'll be accepted. Challenge the narrative, and you'll be cast out. Do you experience this within your community? 

The irony is that this forced homogeneity breeds a silent form of disharmony - a collective restlessness beneath the surface. It stifles creativity, numbs critical thought, and reduces human relationships to fragile echoes of agreement rather than the vibrant dance of unique minds coexisting.

True Harmony: The Balance of Individuality and Respect

Real harmony, the kind that withstands the test of time, is not found in sameness but in the delicate balance of individuality and mutual respect. The natural world provides the best blueprint. A forest thrives not because every tree grows the same but because each species contributes to the ecosystem in its own way. The oak does not envy the willow, nor does the sparrow try to sing like the owl. They simply are what they are, and in that acceptance of difference, harmony emerges through respect.

Humans, with our gift of self-awareness, are capable of the same symphony - if only we could unlearn the fear of standing apart.

The Role of Empathy in Harmony

From a psychological standpoint, empathy is the missing ingredient - the ability to understand and accept another's perspective without needing to agree with it. Empathy allows two minds to remain distinct without becoming adversaries. It is the bridge between the self and the other, making room for dialogue rather than division.

Yet, empathy cannot exist without individuality. If everyone thinks alike, there is no one left to empathize with - only a hall of mirrors reflecting the same opinions back and forth. True harmony arises when we each hold space for our truths while granting others the freedom to do the same.

The Gentile's Parable of the Campfire

Imagine a campfire in the middle of the wilderness - a circle of souls gathered not because they share the same beliefs, but simply because the warmth calls them near. One man speaks of science, another of ancient wisdom. One woman prays in silence, and another tells stories from her travels. No one seeks to convert the other, nor to silence them. They simply listen.

The harmony is not in their agreement - it is in their coexistence. Each flame burns individually, but together they cast a light that no single flame ever could.

That is the kind of harmony worth striving for.

Why Society Fears This Harmony

The greatest threat to any system built on control is the free mind - the individual who knows their own worth and refuses to bow to the herd. Societies fear this kind of harmony because it cannot be manipulated. It requires no leader, no doctrine, and no middlemen whispering the terms of peace.

A world of free-thinking individuals bound only by mutual respect would be the most ungovernable society ever conceived - not in chaos, but in its refusal to surrender the sacred right to think and be different.

Conclusion: The Unfinished Symphony

If there is any wisdom I have gleaned from my years on this Earth - from the Rocky Mountains to the caves of Cappadocia - it is that the human spirit was never meant to march in lockstep. We are at our most beautiful when we sing our own melodies, even if the notes occasionally clash.

Harmony is not found in erasing our differences, but in learning how to hold space for them without fear.

Let the temples preach uniformity. Let the politicians sell their false peace. The Gentile's harmony is found around the campfire - where minds are free, hearts are open, and the only rule is to respect what you do not understand.

If that kind of world ever comes to be, I may never live to see it - but I'll gladly sow the seeds all the same.

May those with ears to hear...listen.

The Gentile!

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Poem: The Veil of Light by Harold Rozario.©

 The Veil of Light

(In the spirit of Ibn Arabi and Al-Hallaj)

A hush before the dawn descends,

a breath between the worlds—

where silence bows to hunger’s prayer

and thirst unbinds the soul.

O traveler, cast away your name,

for in this month of veils removed,

the self dissolves, the heart is wide,

a mirror turned to Truth.

The moon has carved a sacred path,

a thread through time and yearning,

where hunger is but love’s embrace

and thirst, a fire burning.

Not mine, nor thine, nor his, nor hers,

but One, the breath that sings,

One hunger felt in different tongues,

One thirst from different springs.

The beggar and the king alike,

the temple and the street,

all shadows in the light of love

where knowing and known must meet.

So fast, O heart, from all that binds,

from fleeting forms and pride,

drink not from ego’s empty cup,

but let the soul abide.

For peace is not a land afar,

nor God a distant throne—

but light within, a secret spark,

a Love that is our own.

The Gentile!

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The Last of Us.©

The Last of Us is my story on the Reflection on the Erosion of Society and the Few Who Still Think Clearly.

The Last of Us.

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow seekers of truth,

We find ourselves in a time where the very fabric of society, woven through centuries of knowledge, reason, and collective struggle - is fraying before our eyes. What was once built on the pursuit of truth and understanding now stands at the mercy of noise, illusion, and a peculiar kind of arrogance masquerading as wisdom.

The erosion of society is not marked by crumbling buildings or empty coffers, those are but symptoms. The true collapse happens silently, within the minds of men and women who have traded curiosity for certainty, traded dialogue for dogma, and traded facts for feelings.

The Unraveling of Rational Thought

History has shown us that every great leap forward was carried on the shoulders of those who asked questions, Copernicus, Darwin, Curie, Sagan. These were not prophets or gods, but flawed human beings whose greatest virtue was humility before the unknown. They understood that truth is not found in shouting the loudest but in listening the longest.

Today, the pursuit of knowledge is often drowned out by the clamor of opinions - most of them hastily formed and fiercely defended. The digital age, for all its promises of connection, has birthed a new kind of tribalism. Algorithms feed us what we want to hear, not what we need to learn. Science is doubted by those who do not understand it, and empathy is dismissed as weakness.

To think rationally in this age is to walk alone. The few who still base discoveries on facts, not feelings, are often labeled as cold or cynical. Yet it is precisely this clarity - this refusal to be seduced by comforting illusions that marks the last of us.

The Role of Humility, Compassion, and Empathy

But let it be clear, rational thought without compassion is just another form of cruelty. What separates the last of us from the self-appointed wise is not only our pursuit of truth but how we carry it.

We know that behind every statistic is a human story. Behind every error in judgment is a heart that fears. We have walked through the ruins of false hopes and yet still believe that the greatest strength of humanity is not in what we conquer, but in what we understand.

Compassion does not mean surrendering to delusion. It means offering a steady hand to those lost in the fog, knowing full well that many will swat it away.

The Last of Us: A Silent Brotherhood

If there is a remnant, those few who still think clearly about humanity, it is not marked by banners or slogans. It is a silent brotherhood, scattered across the world. You will not find them in crowded arenas or shouting from pulpits. You will find them in quiet libraries, in late-night conversations, in the eyes of those who still question.

They know that wisdom does not arrive fully formed but is gathered one humble step at a time. They understand that certainty is the death of curiosity.

The last of us are not better than others, only more aware of how little we truly know.

The Road Ahead

I cannot promise that this small band of clear thinkers will save society from itself. Perhaps they never could. But what I know is this:

If there is any hope left for humanity, it will not be found in those who shout from the heights of their own self-importance, but in those who kneel before the unknown and whisper, "Show me."

Let the last of us continue to sow seeds and, not of belief, but of inquiry. Not of dominance, but of understanding.

Even if we do not live to see the harvest, perhaps... someone will.

In the words of Carl Sagan:

"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."

I am The Gentile.

And if I must walk alone - so be it.

The Gentile!

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Poem: The Hidden Light by Harold Rozario.©

 The Hidden Light.

O Seeker, close your weary eyes,

Let silence drape your restless mind.

For in the chamber of the heart,

The hidden Light you seek to find.

Not in the sky, nor in the stone,

Not in the temple’s golden dome,

Not in the scrolls of ancient lore,

But in the breath that calls you home.

O wanderer, pause your ceaseless march,

What kingdom do you seek afar?

No throne is greater than the heart,

Where Allah whispers who you are.

He made the desert and the rain,

The rivers' song, the mountain’s vein,

The hands that toil, the lips that pray,

The hues of night, the blush of day.

He shaped the clay of every land,

Each race, each face, each open hand.

No man is less, no soul unblessed,

For all are robes of His command.

O brothers, sisters, rise as one,

For love was breathed in all of you.

The Christian’s psalm, the Buddhist’s peace,

The Hindu’s chant, the Sikh’s Guru.

The Jew who weeps, the monk who sings,

The Muslim bowed in dawn’s embrace—

All drink from but a single stream,

All shine with but a single grace.

No road to Him is lost or wrong,

No tongue denied its rightful song.

The path is Love, the door is wide,

The home is where our hearts abide.

O Allah, cleanse our sight of pride,

Let no one stand alone outside.

For we are threads within one weave,

All bound in You, none cast aside.

No sword shall carve what love has sealed,

No war shall break what You have willed.

For those who kneel in dust and prayer,

Are all the children whom You bear.

O Seeker, turn within once more,

Let not the world’s illusions blind.

For in the chamber of the heart,

The Face of Allah shines behind.

The Veil of Light

(In the spirit of Ibn Arabi and Al-Hallaj)

A hush before the dawn descends,

a breath between the worlds—

where silence bows to hunger’s prayer

and thirst unbinds the soul.

O traveler, cast away your name,

for in this month of veils removed,

the self dissolves, the heart is wide,

a mirror turned to Truth.

The moon has carved a sacred path,

a thread through time and yearning,

where hunger is but love’s embrace

and thirst, a fire burning.

Not mine, nor thine, nor his, nor hers,

but One, the breath that sings,

One hunger felt in different tongues,

One thirst from different springs.

The beggar and the king alike,

the temple and the street,

all shadows in the light of love

where knowing and known must meet.

So fast, O heart, from all that binds,

from fleeting forms and pride,

drink not from ego’s empty cup,

but let the soul abide.

For peace is not a land afar,

nor God a distant throne—

but light within, a secret spark,

a Love that is our own.

The Gentile!

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Poem: The Silent Flute by Harold Rozario.©

 The Silent Flute

No tongue moves, no lips part,

yet the song plays on, unseen, unheard.

Not a note, not a whisper,

only the hum of existence, deep within.

No temple, no church, no shrine,

only the sacred breath of knowing.

No bow, no kneel, no clasped hands,

only the stillness that sings in silence.

What name can I give You,

when You are the one who names me?

What path shall I walk,

when every step is already home?

I am but the reed in Your endless wind,

hollow, weightless, surrendered.

You play, and I become the music,

a soundless song of the unseen Divine.

The Gentile!

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Mentorship - a dog's breakfast.©

 

As I discussed in a previous SOCMED post, mentors are abound everywhere. However, how do you distinguish a genuine mentor from a charlatan? In this submission, I shall try and explore the dark side of mentorship. 

 

These (dark) individuals exhibit a complex psychological profile often rooted in narcissistic vulnerability, martyr complex, and manipulative mentoring tendencies. Rather than embodying the qualities of a true mentor such as wisdom, humility, and empowerment, they thrive on an illusion of guidance that is more about self-validation than genuine support. Let’s break this down:

The Narcissistic Vulnerability Paradox

These people often present themselves as both wounded and enlightened, using their past struggles as a badge of authority. However, rather than demonstrating resilience or solutions, they continuously highlight victimhood to maintain sympathy-driven influence. Their audience, seeing their suffering, may feel obligated to admire or follow them and some do so based on pity while feeding the mentor’s need for validation.

Instead of encouraging self-sufficiency, they create a dependency loop where followers feel like they need this mentor to navigate struggles.

Their message subtly implies, "You are lost without my guidance because I’ve suffered and survived."

The Martyr Complex as a Leadership Tool

Many of these figures position themselves as sacrificial figures, framing their pain as a moral currency that gives them the right to lead. They might say things like:

"I've been through it all, and that’s why I’m am one who truly understands."

Rather than teaching resilience or empowering others to rise on their own terms, they keep reinforcing suffering as a necessary part of wisdom. This indirectly discourages independent thinking because if their audience grows stronger and self-sufficient, their influence weakens.

Rigid Ideology Instead of Adaptive Wisdom

True mentors adapt their perspectives based on listening and understanding individual experiences. However, these individuals often impose their fixed ideology because they aren’t actually interested in clarity or growth but rather in affirmation.

They twist conversations to fit their own worldview, dismissing perspectives that don’t align with their narrative.

They often give prepackaged advice, not tailored guidance, because their authority depends on having "the" answers rather than fostering individual growth.

The "Savior" Complex & Presumed Desperation

A true mentor believes in people’s ability to rise, while these individuals assume others are broken and in need of saving. This is dangerous because:

It predetermines people as victims rather than capable individuals with agency.

It subtly undermines self-confidence, implying that without their wisdom, the listener cannot escape their struggles.

It fosters emotional dependency rather than courage and independence.

The Problem with “Emoting Weakness” as a Lesson

While vulnerability can be powerful in storytelling, constantly using weakness as a tool turns into manipulation rather than inspiration.

If every lesson centres around "look how much I’ve suffered", it shifts focus from empowerment to pity.

Over time, followers internalize struggle as a necessary part of wisdom, which can be detrimental to progress.

What Kind of People Are These?

They are validation-seekers masquerading as mentors. Some possibilities include:

1. Covert Narcissists – They present as humble, but their need for admiration is just as strong as an overt narcissist’s.

2. False Prophets of Self-Help – They build influence not by empowering but by reminding you how much you need them.

3. Manipulative Martyrs – They enjoy perpetual victimhood because it gives them control over perceptions.

4. Ideological Dictators – They demand agreement rather than encourage critical thought. They detest conflicting ideas.

The True Measure of a Mentor

A real mentor does not seek to create followers, instead, they seek to create leaders. If a mentor’s guidance leaves people dependent on them instead of equipped for independence, they are not a mentor. They are a performer masquerading as a guide.

Personally, I have just encountered several such individuals through discourses, including one such lady who made some rather defamatory and racist remarks,  deleted her responses and chose to deny she ever said them. Then, some choose to categorize you before having the courtesy to confirm my views. Oftentimes, messages need to be explained in great detail, and one needs to assess, and if they are not comfortable, they have a right to ask and confirm what was said.

That reaction, deleting responses, suggests defensiveness rooted in insecurity rather than a willingness to engage in meaningful dialogue. Again, if they truly had confidence in their stance, they would have either clarified their position or engaged with your perspective rather than erased it.

This kind of behaviour is often seen in individuals who:

Fear intellectual challenge because it threatens their self-image as a "mentor."

Confuse disagreement with personal attack or when the disagreement is neutral or exploratory. Often, I tend to provide examples of where certain topics, views or situations are common, but these are a part of that exploratory dialogue.

Control the narrative by silencing perspectives that might expose the rigidity of their thinking.

Another example is when I allude to comment about possibly being influenced by media or external sources in a neutral, open-ended observation and hardly an attack. When we talk about open dialogue, who sets the framework of what can and cannot be discussed? Is free thought and speech truly free? A thoughtful person would have either clarified their stance or engaged in a discussion about media influence. Instead, they portray being exposed to something uncomfortable that they were unwilling to confront.

It seems several mentors were more concerned with maintaining an image than having a real conversation. That, in itself, speaks volumes about their authenticity as mentors.

 

I conclude by saying that mentorship is a two-way street.  The mentor and mentee are both on a path of learning. 

This is one of those submissions where I invite discourse. 

 

The Gentile!

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