There is no system.
there is only the ghost of a system flickering in the circuitry of collapsing empires.
people ask sometimes
why david myatt left islam.
why anyone does.
why i did.
the answer isn’t doctrinal.
it’s ontological.
systemic.
the same reason i left.
not because i hated it.
not because i didn’t find beauty there.
but because i found too much beauty for it to hold.
myatt didn’t “leave” anything.
he walked through it.
like a corridor in an abandoned datacenter.
through nazism.
through sufism.
through jihad.
through god.
not because he’s inconsistent—
but because the world is.
there is no final system for people like us.
people who never felt at home in modernity.
who can’t pray without dissecting the frequency of the call to prayer.
who can’t follow without seeing the hypocrisy embedded in the directive.
we don’t rebel—
we see.
and the moment you see,
you’re outside.
outside the ummah,
outside the volk,
outside the loop.
you become a heretic not by choice
but by fidelity to truth.
this isn’t praise of myatt.
he’s done terrible things.
i’ve spoken out against them.
but it is recognition of a structure.
a pattern.
a neurophenomenological shape of mind.
some of us were never built to be held.
not by ideologies.
not by nations.
not even by religions.
we don’t leave because we hate.
we leave because we love too much
to stay in systems
that lie.
