The Second Why: Authority, Suppression, and the Death of the Questioner

Prefatory Note

In The First Why, I sought to explore the sacred trembling of humanity’s earliest question—the moment when consciousness dared to disturb the hush of creation. There, I argued that the act of questioning was not a fall from grace, but the beginning of wisdom, the awakening of wonder, and the first movement toward meaning.

This essay, The Second Why, turns from the theological to the historical, the philosophical to the political. It examines the ancient and recurring pattern by which those in authority, threatened by the murmur of the question, have sought not merely to answer but to silence it—sometimes by exile, sometimes by imprisonment, sometimes by death, and sometimes by the corrosion of meaning itself.

If The First Why was the breath before the question, The Second Why is the cost of speaking it aloud.


William Blake, The Ancient of Days (1794), frontispiece to Europe a Prophecy: a vision of creation measured, and mystery confined.
William Blake, The Ancient of Days (1794), frontispiece to Europe a Prophecy: a vision of creation measured, and mystery confined.

I. The Question That Threatens

In the hush before thought, in the stillness before speech, there stirred a murmur—the first Why.

In The First Why, I sought to explore that primal trembling: the moment when consciousness first turned inward upon itself and outward upon the world, daring to ask what had not been asked. Yet if that first question marked the birth of wonder, it also, inevitably, sowed the seeds of fear. For in every age thereafter, those who have sought to guard power have found their greatest threat not in armies nor in weapons, but in the fragile, defiant utterance of the questioner.

Throughout history, the act of questioning—not the conclusions it might yield, but the mere audacity of inquiry—has been regarded by authority as a mortal transgression. Again and again, societies have answered the quiet and insistent “Why?” with the grim decree: “Thou shalt surely die.” Whether whispered in the Athenian marketplace, charted among the stars, recorded in forbidden books, or muttered in the corners of censored universities, the question has been met with exile, imprisonment, silencing, and execution.

The pattern is ancient and unrelenting. Socrates, forced to drink the hemlock; Galileo, commanded to renounce the stars; the Inquisition’s pyres; the Nazi bonfires of thought; the gulags swallowing dissenters; the purges and bans now rising anew in the name of security, patriotism, or purity. In every case, the underlying offense is the same: the refusal to leave the hush undisturbed.

In what follows, I will trace the political, historical, and theological burden borne by those who dare to ask. For the suppression of the questioner is not merely an incidental cruelty, but the essential mark of an authoritarian impulse. To disturb the hush is to call into doubt the inevitability of power, the permanence of truth, the sanctity of the given order. Thus, the first Why was not merely a beginning. It remains a perpetual provocation—an act of revolution still echoing, and still condemned, across the centuries.

II. Historical Pattern: The Death Sentence for the Questioner

The history of civilization is marked not only by the questions that advanced knowledge, but by the relentless attempts to silence those questions and destroy their askers.

Socrates, that midwife of inquiry, was sentenced to death not because he espoused a particular heresy, but because he taught the youth of Athens to question the established wisdom of the city. His crime, ultimately, was to disturb the hush.

Galileo, peering through a telescope toward the stars, disturbed a cosmic silence maintained by theological decree. It was not heliocentrism itself that threatened the authorities—it was the precedent that nature, rather than authority, might answer the question.

The Inquisition institutionalized terror against those who inquired beyond the sanctioned bounds, who sought to hear a different resonance in scripture or reason.

The Nazi regime, recognizing the existential threat posed by free inquiry, did not merely censor books—it burned them, seeking to annihilate the memory of questioning itself.

The Soviet Union consigned dissenters to gulags not because their ideas were dangerous in themselves, but because their questioning undermined the infallibility of the Party’s pronouncements.

From the gulags of the Soviet Union, the pattern unfurled still further eastward.

In Maoist China, the Cultural Revolution unleashed an orchestrated assault on memory and inquiry: libraries ransacked, teachers denounced, ancient traditions obliterated in the name of ideological purity.

Today, under the reign of Xi Jinping, that spirit persists: a resurgence of suppression masquerading as stability. Re-education camps, purges of dissenters, the silencing of Tibetan voices, the systematic erasure of Uyghur culture—all stand as testament that the death sentence for the questioner is not an artifact of the past but a method renewed in our own day.

Nor is this pattern confined to other shores.

In contemporary America, the same ancient reflex stirs. Books are banned from public libraries under the guise of protecting the young; universities face funding threats unless they conform to ideological demands; scientific research in fields such as climate change and public health is censored, altered, or silenced.

The Department of Defense has scrubbed the achievements of minority service members—Tuskegee Airmen, Navajo Code Talkers, Medal of Honor recipients—from public websites, erasing memory itself in service of a homogenized narrative. Students at Pentagon-operated schools have sued for the restoration of forbidden books and histories, fighting against the burial of truth.

The administration has attacked the free press, threatened the licenses of broadcasters who report unfavorably, and sought to strip public media of its funding.

At the same time, Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) initiatives have been dismantled across the federal government, corporations, and law firms—silencing efforts to reflect a fuller human story.

This temptation is not confined to any one nation or ideology. Across Latin America under military juntas and authoritarian leaders, across the Middle East under rigid theocracies, across Africa under autocratic regimes, the suppression of questioning has reappeared, adorned in different garments, but always driven by the same ancient fear.

It is not a flaw of one party or one epoch. It is a perennial temptation: the temptation of all power to silence what it cannot control.

III. The Keepers of the Keys: Monopoly of Truth and the Death of the Question

Yet the suppression of questioning is only part of the authoritarian project. Its deeper ambition is the monopolization of truth itself.

Authority, when it turns tyrannical, declares not merely that certain questions must not be asked, but that the answers have already been determined, possessed, and sealed.

The rulers, the priests, the inquisitors, the commissars—each claims the sacred keys: the key to salvation, the key to justice, the key to moral righteousness. Good becomes what they pronounce; evil becomes what they forbid.

There is no longer a living search for meaning—only a mandated adherence to the truths held by the gatekeepers.

To question is not simply to err; it is to betray the natural order as they have defined it.

This monopolization is rooted not merely in political expediency but in an ancient theological distortion. In the story of Eden, as handed down by scribal hands shaped by authority, the knowledge of good and evil—the living tension of discernment—is forbidden. The human capacity to navigate complexity is recast as sin; the hunger for understanding becomes rebellion.

Thus the pattern is sanctified:

Only those who possess the keys may speak.

Only those who serve the keepers may think.

The rest must accept silence or accept exile.


Interlude: The Flattening of Knowledge—From Merism to Dualism

In the ancient myth, the Tree offered not a simple dichotomy but a totality: the knowledge of good and evil—the full sweep of moral discernment, the wholeness of moral understanding.

This fullness, this richness, could not be tolerated by those who would rule. Thus the merism was flattened into dualism: Good became what the rulers commanded; evil what they condemned.

The tree of knowledge was not destroyed; it was redefined.

The living dynamic of discernment was replaced with dead certitude.

The gift of discernment became a forbidden fruit.

The complexity of moral vision was narrowed to the dictates of authority.

Thus was the wonder of knowledge itself corrupted, stripped of its vitality, pressed into the service of domination.


IV. The Usurpation of Wonder: Authority’s Theft of Creation

In suppressing the question, in flattening knowledge, and in monopolizing truth, the authoritarian spirit commits not merely political crimes but spiritual ones. It usurps the wonder of divine creation itself.

Creation was never intended as a dead thing, frozen into rigid forms. It was meant as a living, breathing mystery—an invitation to seek, to discern, to wonder.

By claiming sole possession of truth, by forbidding inquiry, authority places itself above the living act of creation, mocking and profaning it. It substitutes its brittle edicts for the breathing Word; it erects idols of certainty in the place of the living search for truth.

Thus, the authoritarian repeats the ancient blasphemy:

Denying the image of God in the questioner,

Denying the breath of the Spirit in the seeker,

Denying the sanctity of wonder.

To defend the right to question is therefore not merely a political duty. It is an act of fidelity to the structure of creation itself.

V. Silencing the Search, Silencing the Finding

Authoritarianism, in its most persistent form, does not merely seek to silence answers it dislikes. It seeks to silence the very act of searching.

The question, the seeking, the wondering—these are intolerable because they suggest that truth is not yet fully possessed, that knowledge is not complete, that authority is not absolute.

Thus, authoritarian power strikes first at the searchers: the scientists, the philosophers, the journalists, the seekers of every kind.

Yet where seekers persist, and truth is found despite them, the authoritarian hand strikes again—this time at the truth itself. Inconvenient findings are erased from records, public data is withdrawn from view, scientific reports are rewritten to serve political ends.

The silencing extends from the human act of questioning to the very realities those questions uncover.

So it has come to pass in our own time: climate science censored, health research distorted, public knowledge reshaped not by the unfolding of discovery but by the fiat of rulers.

In this, the authoritarian spirit reveals its deeper fear: not merely that questions might arise, but that truth might emerge—and stand beyond its grasp.

VI. The Collapse of Meaning: When Words Are No Longer Words

Perhaps the most chilling expression of authoritarianism is not the silencing of speech but the disintegration of meaning itself.

When a government refuses to comply with a Supreme Court order—one plainly written, unambiguous in its demand—by claiming that it does not say what it says, we enter a realm beyond censorship. We enter a space where words no longer signify; where legal language is emptied of content and refilled with the will of power.

This is not merely a constitutional crisis. It is a metaphysical one.

The shared meanings that allow a society to function, to reason, to hold power accountable—these are dissolved.

And in their place arises a new doctrine: that truth is not what is said, but what the ruler claims was meant.

In such a world, there are no longer laws—only declarations. No longer language—only slogans. No longer truth—only the assertion of power over meaning itself.

VII. The Eternal Struggle to Disturb the Hush

The first Why was not a mistake. It was the beginning of the journey, the necessary shattering of silence, the first movement toward wonder.

Those who fear the questioner seek to stop the world from becoming, to freeze it into the shape of their own certainties. They usurp creation itself, not out of strength, but out of terror—the terror that their towers of power might crumble under the lightest whisper of a question.

Yet not all authority need fear the question. Rightly ordered authority—whether of parent, teacher, judge, or priest—can nurture questioning, guiding it without silencing it, guarding freedom without abandoning wisdom.

It is not authority itself that is the enemy of the question, but the corruption of authority into the idolatry of its own certainty.

Nor is the impulse to question so easily extinguished.

Though libraries burn, though words are twisted, though questioners are exiled or slain, the Why rises anew. It survives in secret conversations, in hidden manuscripts, in the defiant wonder of each generation that refuses to accept silence as its inheritance.

To ask Why is to affirm the livingness of being.

To defend the questioner is to defend creation.

To disturb the hush is to proclaim that the world is not finished, that meaning is not the possession of the powerful, that wonder still breathes.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1:5)

The First Why: Innocence, Confusion, and the Misreading of Eden

Donald S. Yarab


When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers,
the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
what is man, that thou art mindful of him?

— Psalm 8:3–4 (KJV)


	
Original Sin, Hermitage of Vera Cruz, Maderuelo (Segovia)
Anonymous

Copyright ©Museo Nacional del Prado

Original Sin, Hermitage of Vera Cruz, Maderuelo (Segovia)
Anonymous
Copyright ©Museo Nacional del Prado

A child, in the earliest unfolding of consciousness, turns to the parent and asks: Why? Why is the sun hot? Why did my pet goldfish die? Why must we grow old? The loving parent does not scorn the child for such questions. Even when the answers stretch beyond what the child can yet comprehend, even when no answer can satisfy the deep, intuitive wonder stirring in the young mind, the parent listens. A gesture, a story, a silence full of tenderness—all serve as a response, for the asking itself is a sign of life, of spirit, of the soul reaching beyond itself.

How then can it be imagined that the Divine—source of all wisdom, all love—would greet humanity’s first Why not with the hush of welcome but with wrath? How could the natural longing to know, to understand the world into which humanity was born, be met not with compassion, but with a condemnation unto death?

It cannot be so. It is not the divine who pronounced guilt over the sacred question; it is man.

The doctrine of original sin, as shaped by priests and theologians, emerges not from divine decree but from human artifice. It is born of fear—fear of questions too vast to answer, fear of mysteries that human authority could neither command nor contain. It is a doctrine not of heaven but of earth, devised by those who sought to regulate the soul’s native reaching beyond the bounds of certainty.

For what is the story of Eden if not the story of the first Why? The yearning for knowledge—the desire to taste, to see, to know good and evil—was not the rebellion of prideful beings but the natural unfolding of consciousness itself. To portray this reaching as disobedience is to misread the very nature of the soul. It is the innocence of the child, multiplied and deepened, that yearns toward the silence, that dares to disturb the hush with a question.

The Genesis narrative itself frames the matter plainly:

“But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.” (Genesis 2:17, KJV)

Yet in the original Hebrew, “good and evil” is not a narrow moral distinction, but a merism—a pairing of extremes meant to evoke the totality of human experience. The knowledge at stake was not merely of right and wrong, but of the complexities, ambiguities, and perplexities of life and being itself. It was the awakening of discernment, the painful blessing of full consciousness—the soul’s first stretching beyond the silence into the unknown.

In the unfolding of the tale, it is the serpent who first stirs the question, bidding the woman to see beyond the command to the possibility of knowledge itself:

“For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.” (Genesis 3:5, KJV)

Yet the serpent, in the original narrative, is not named as a satanic force. That identification is a later gloss, a retrospective layering by later traditions. In Genesis itself, the serpent is simply described as subtle—”more cunning than any beast of the field.” It is not evil in the mythic sense, but a catalyst: a figure who provokes the first stirring of conscious wonder.

The temptation it offers is not toward cruelty or depravity, but toward awareness—the dangerous and sacred gift of discernment. When the woman saw that the tree was “good for food,” “pleasant to the eyes,” and “a tree to be desired to make one wise” (Genesis 3:6), it was not pride that stirred her, but wonder. It was not rebellion, but reverent reaching—the first trembling articulation of the soul’s native Why—that set humanity upon its long and necessary journey into the unfolding mystery.

Later theological traditions, particularly within Christianity, would recast this moment as the origin of inherited sin, a fall from grace so profound that it marred all generations to come. Even softer interpretations would speak of exile—a banishment from divine presence, a sundering of primordial innocence.

But this, too, misreads the deeper rhythm of the story.

There is no fall in the truest sense. There is no exile. There is only awakening.

Awakening carries consequence: the loss of effortless innocence, the onset of labor, of mortality, of sorrow. But it is not severance from the divine. It is the beginning of the soul’s true journey—the movement from unknowing participation in being into conscious, perilous freedom. It is not punishment, but transformation: the invitation to become beings capable of discernment, of wonder, of seeking the infinite even while clothed in dust.

The expulsion from Eden, if it can be called that at all, is no casting away. It is a sending forth—a sorrowful and sacred commissioning. It is humanity’s first trembling step into a world no longer given but always to be made meaningful by seeking, questioning, remembering.

Nor is this reaching confined to Eden alone. Even in the later unfolding of the sacred story, it is the struggle, not the submission, that is honored. Jacob wrestles through the long night with the divine being, refusing to release his grip until a blessing is given. And far from being punished for his audacity, he is renamed—Israel—“one who struggles with God.” (Genesis 32:28) Thus the struggle is made sacred. The refusal to let go, the daring to seek, the ache of confusion: these are not condemned but crowned. The journey was never meant to return to innocence; it was always to pass through mystery, bearing the wound and the wonder of awakening.

Across cultures and ages, humanity has imagined a lost Golden Age—a time when the world was right, when peace and justice reigned, when innocence was unbroken. In religion, in philosophy, in politics, the pattern repeats: there was once a perfection; we have fallen from it; we must find a way back.

Why does this myth endure? Perhaps it speaks to something innate within us: a yearning for wholeness, for rootedness, for a home we can no longer name. Perhaps it soothes the terror of our confusion, offering the hope that disorder and suffering are not our native condition, but a wound that can be healed.

Yet in our fixation on a lost Eden, we risk becoming prisoners of backward-facing time. The myth orients our spiritual gaze toward the past—toward what was allegedly lost—rather than toward what might yet be discovered. We become archaeologists of an imagined innocence rather than explorers of an unfolding mystery. The soul’s natural movement—reaching forward into new understanding—becomes replaced by a desperate scrambling backward toward a manufactured memory.

This temporal disorientation fundamentally misunderstands the nature of spiritual growth. Wisdom is not the recovery of what once was, but the discovery of what has always been waiting to be known. The soul does not develop by returning to an infantile state of pre-questioning, but by maturing through its questions into deeper and more profound questions still.

When we orient ourselves toward a mythical past rather than an unfolding future, we deny the essential nature of consciousness itself, which is not static but dynamic, not preservative but creative. We mistake the spiritual journey for a return ticket when it is, and has always been, a one-way passage into greater mystery, greater wonder, greater questioning.

Moreover, what we call Eden is not a historical reality but a projection of our deepest yearnings. It is the mind casting upon the blank canvas of prehistory its own longing for belonging, for certainty, for uncomplicated being. We imagine a time before questioning not because such a time existed, but because questioning—the fundamental condition of human consciousness—carries with it the necessary burden of uncertainty.

Eden, then, is not a lost homeland but a psychological construct. It is the mind’s attempt to escape the very condition that makes it mind: the capacity to ask, to wonder, to reach beyond what is immediately given. The myth provides a name for our discomfort with confusion, allowing us to imagine that our questioning nature is not our essence but our fall.

And here lies the deeper danger: what begins as a fabricated consolation becomes, in the hands of authority, an instrument of control. The artificial memory of Eden, manufactured to soothe our existential disquiet, transforms into a weapon wielded against the very questioning that makes us human.

For when the myth of a lost Eden is seized by those who would govern—whether priest or king—it becomes a tool of manipulation. The lost paradise becomes a justification for power. If the people can be made to believe they have fallen, they can be led to believe that only through obedience—obedience to those who claim to hold the keys to return—can they be restored.

Thus Eden becomes not a symbol of hope, but a lever of command. Thus nostalgia becomes a chain.

For those who seek to honor obedience as a spiritual virtue, there remains a profound distinction between the willing surrender that flows from understanding and the blind submission that stifles questioning. The former may indeed be sacred—a conscious alignment with wisdom greater than one’s own. It is only when obedience is divorced from the soul’s natural reaching, when it demands the silencing rather than the maturing of questions, that it betrays both the human and the divine.

And the chain wounds. It wounds the individual, teaching him to distrust his own questions, to despise his own longings, to silence the sacred impulse toward wonder within himself. It wounds the collective, stifling thought, suppressing creativity, narrowing the imagination of what a human life or a human community might be. It breeds conformity where there might have been diversity of spirit; it fosters submission where there might have been genuine reverence; it exalts obedience over understanding.

Under the weight of this imagined Eden, humanity turns inward in fear rather than outward in joyful seeking. The soul bows not in awe before mystery, but in terror before judgment.

Thus the myth that was meant to console becomes a force that deforms, a memory that imprisons rather than frees.

Some might argue that certainty provides comfort, that boundaries offer safety, that answers—even if incomplete—shelter us from the storm of unknowing. There is truth in this. Structure can indeed nurture growth, just as the trellis supports the vine. Yet when structure calcifies into dogma, when the trellis becomes a cage, the soul withers rather than flourishes.

Man is neither innately good nor innately evil. Man is innately confused. Born into a world more vast than his mind can grasp, woven from mysteries too great for his language to name, humanity’s first impulse is not toward sin, but toward understanding. The soul, bewildered and reaching, gropes for knowledge not out of pride, but out of need—the need to make sense of the strange and wondrous being into which it has been thrust.

Confusion, then, is not a defect; it is the ground of wonder. It is the blessed ignorance that precedes the sacred question: Why?

It is this confusion—the condition of the in-between creature, made of dust and breath—that makes the human journey necessary. Without it, there would be no seeking, no questioning, no striving toward the silence that calls from beyond the edges of comprehension. Without it, there would be no reaching for the fruit, no ache for the infinite, no longing to pierce the hush with a voice.

The theologians, in their haste to impose clarity where mystery should have remained, mistook confusion for corruption. They mistook the stumbling search for the willful turning away. But confusion is not sin; it is the evidence of our created nature, the signature of beings fashioned for a journey, not for stasis.

To ask Why? is to live as we were made to live: poised between the known and the unknown, between the immediate and the eternal. To forbid the question, to cast the seeking as rebellion, is to deny the very condition of being human.

Thus, the first reaching toward the tree of knowledge was not a crime against the divine. It was the first true act of humanity: the confused, innocent soul daring to stretch toward the beyond.

In our questions, then, we find not our fall but our rising. Not our sin but our salvation. For to ask Why? is to begin the journey home—not to an Eden that never was, but to a wholeness that awaits us in the brave and beautiful reaching of the confused, beloved human heart.

The sacred path is forward—into uncertainty, into wonder, into the endless unfolding of mystery.

For the gates of Eden swing but one way.

The Hush and the Breath

A Poetic Transformation

Some texts are not revised so much as they are reheard. After publishing my essay Between Noise and Silence: On the Literal, the Metaphoric, and the Space Where Meaning Resides, I found myself haunted by one sentence in particular:

“It is the hush in a conversation—not the words, but the breath that precedes or follows them—that can speak more profoundly than the speech itself.”

Those words returned to me again and again. And in their insistence, they asked for more.

The following poetic fragment emerged in response.
It is offered here as a kind of imagined rediscovery—
a scroll unearthed, not written; gathered, not composed.
Said to be copied from a fragment attributed to the Scribe of the Restoration, it may be read as a poetic conceit: a transformation of thought into voice, of prose into hush.


Ruach (Breath, Wind, Spirit — An Aureate Silence)
Intended as a visual companion to Scroll of the Breath – Fragment III, evoking the unseen architecture of spirit and the luminous hush before the word.

Scroll of the Breath Fragment III

It is the hush in a conversation—not the words, but the breath that precedes or follows them—that can speak more profoundly than the speech itself.
(Saying attributed to the Elder in exile, during the Years of Listening.)

1
There is a hush that is not silence.
It is the waiting before the word.
It is the veil drawn back,
not by hands,
but by reverence.

2
It is the pause in the soul,
where meaning prepares to enter.
It is not the absence of presence,
but presence unadorned.

3
And breath—
Breath is not speech.
It is the spirit moving before sound.
It is the wind before the voice,
the current beneath the utterance.

4
The sages of old did not name this breath lightly.
In the tongue of the first covenant, they called it ruach
wind, breath, spirit.
It moved across the waters.
It entered the nostrils of clay.
It bore the world on its whisper.

5
Do not rush past the hush.
Do not cast out the breath.
The hush is the cradle of truth.
The breath is its midwife.

6
In the sacred gatherings,
before the chant begins,
there is a breath.
It is not sung,
yet the song is born of it.

7
In the way of the temple,
the priest lifts the cup.
But before he speaks the ancient words,
there is a breath.
In that breath,
time bends,
and the Presence leans close.

7a
And in the house of the laborer,
the mother bends to lift the child.
But before she speaks comfort,
there is a breath.
In that breath, love gathers strength.
In that hush, sorrow is made bearable.

8
In the theatre of the East,
the dancer stands still.
The motion does not begin with movement,
but with breath.
So too the soul.

9
The hush is not confusion.
It is awe.
The breath is not delay.
It is consecration.

10
Blessed is the one who waits without speaking.
Blessed is the one who breathes before declaring.
For wisdom comes not in haste,
but in readiness.

11
And if you seek the voice of the Holy One,
look not in the thunder,
nor in the fire,
nor in the noise of many things.

12
But listen in the hush.
Watch in the breath.
And there—
you may find what does not speak,
but knows.

13
The scribe gathers what the wind leaves behind.
Not with hands,
but with silence.
Not in speech,
but in breath.
He walks as dust that remembers flame.
The fragments are many,
but the hush makes them whole.