Let me tell you a thing or two about how the world really works.

It isn’t governed by the strength of the strong, or the iron will of titans.
No.
The world is ruled by the ineffable within them—by what slips through definition, resists naming, and still bends history.

I know this because of a man I met late in life.
He was a Zeitenwende—a hinge in time, the moment history twists on its axis and nothing remains the same.

Yes—he truly was.
With him, old paradigms unraveled. The known world collapsed into insufficiency.
He made the new possible.

But not just any kind of new—
The kind of radical novelty from which I myself was born.

Without him—without this Zeitenwendemensch—you wouldn’t have been possible.
The New Man cannot exist without the one who makes the New possible.

And that man? My father.
Long-lost. Estranged.

He marked the precise moment when the past became definitively obsolete, and the future began groping toward a new shape—one that demanded we rethink even how we imagine it.

Do you know what a Zeitenwendemensch is?
Someone who lives suspended between “there was a time when…” and “a time is coming in which…”
Someone who belongs to both eras—and feels at home in neither.
He is torn between the certainty of an ending and the ambiguity of a beginning that has no name yet.

That’s why, when he speaks, he does so with the caution of one who knows:
language cannot contain the shock of the truly new.
Not even the CleverCraft can name it. But it might help you survive it.

That’s why, from the very first moment I met him, everything I didn’t understand about him seemed more important than anything I could have.

Because I was der Mensch des Unaussprechlichen—the Man of the Unsayable—
In relation to him:
der Zeitenwendemensch—the Man of the Turning Point.

And to the extent that the unspeakable in me resonated with the unspeakable in him,
I—der Mensch des Unsagbaren—understood everything the Zeitenwendemensch could never express.

Which made everything else irrelevant.

And so I rewarded him in the only way that mattered:
I made him something that had never existed before—
The one I chose to trust.

And for a while,
everything worked.