Hypatia Quotes

What comes, is called.

All formal dogmatic religions are fallacious and must never be accepted by self-respecting persons as final.

To rule by fettering the mind through fear of punishment in another world, is just as base as to use force... Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all.

Was not Hypatia the greatest philosopher of Alexandria, and a true martyr to the old values of learning? She was torn to pieces by a mob of incensed Christians not because she was a woman, but because her learning was so profound, her skills at dialectic so extensive that she reduced all who queried her to embarrassed silence. They could not argue with her, so they murdered her.

Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all.

Unasked-for advice is criticism, my dear.

Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all

Then this should be fun," Cordelia said quickly. "Seducing Hypatia. After all, what are rules for it not to be broken?

The Library of Alexandria?" I ask. "Didn't that burn down?" Mrs Philipoulus scoffs. "Damn fool Hypatia. Athena tried to convince her to install a sprinkler system. But no-o-o, no one was going to tell the librarianatrix how to run her library.

Hypatia, like all girls who intend to be good wives, made it a practice to look on any suggestions thrown out by her future lord and master as fatuous and futile.

Malcolm Fade smiled. “Welcome, little Shadowhunters. Few of your kind ever see the inner chambers of Hypatia Vex.” “Is she welcome, I wonder?” asked Hypatia, with a catlike smile. “Let her approach.” Cordelia and Matthew advanced together, Cordelia moving cautiously around the rococo chairs and tables, gleaming with gilt and pearls. Close up, the pupils of Hypatia Vex’s eyes were the shape of stars: her warlock mark. “I cannot say I care for the idea of so many Nephilim infesting my salon. Are you interesting, Cordelia Carstairs?” Cordelia hesitated. “If you have to think about it,” said Hypatia, “then you’re not.” “That hardly makes sense,” said Cordelia. “Surely if you do not think, you cannot be interesting.” Hypatia blinked, creating the effect of stars turning off and on like lamps. Then she smiled. “I suppose you may stay a moment.

Work out what you have t do to hold it together, what you can reroute,” Kady say. “You hear me? Iа you're off with the fucking fairies when the Lincoln arrives, they'll blast us to hell, and then Hypatia is history." “I am aware of dangers of consorting with fairies, yes.

Ask a man enough questions, and his belief in his understanding fades before him as does a dream upon waking—unless it is a true understanding. 

A mind may know a thing, the spirit may embrace it, but the voice that chatters in the head clings ever to shameful beliefs. 

Beyond the table, there is an altar, with candles lit for Billie Holiday and Willa Carter and Hypatia and Patsy Cline. Next to it, an old podium that once held a Bible, on which we have repurposed an old chemistry handbook as the Book of Lilith. In its pages is our own liturgical calendar: Saint Clementine and All Wayfarers; Saints Lorena Hickok and Eleanor Roosevelt, observed in the summer with blueberries to symbolize the sapphire ring; the Vigil of Saint Juliette, complete with mints and dark chocolate; Feast of the Poets, during which Mary Oliver is recited over beds of lettuce, Kay Ryan over a dish of vinegar and oil, Audre Lorde over cucumbers, Elizabeth Bishop over some carrots; The Exaltation of Patricia Highsmith, celebrated with escargots boiling in butter and garlic and cliffhangers recited by an autumn fire; the Ascension of Frida Khalo with self-portraits and costumes; the Presentation of Shirley Jackson, a winter holiday started at dawn and ended at dusk with a gambling game played with lost milk teeth and stones. Some of them with their own books; the major and minor arcana of our little religion.

Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her, so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked.

Anna held up a small black-bound memorandum book. Cordelia hadn’t even seen her retrieve it. They strode out of the bedroom, Anna waving the book over her head in triumph. “This,” she announced, “will hold the answers to all our questions.” Matthew looked up, his eyes fever-bright. “Is this your list of conquests?” “Of course not,” Anna declared. “It’s a memorandum book… about my conquests. That is an important but meaningful distinction.” Anna flipped through the book. There were many pages, and many names written in a bold, sprawling hand. “Hmm, let me see. Katherine, Alicia, Virginia—a very promising writer, you should look out for her work, James—Mariane, Virna, Eugenia—” “Not my sister Eugenia?” Thomas nearly upended his cake. “Oh, probably not,” Anna said. “Laura, Lily… ah, Hypatia. Well, it was a brief encounter, and I suppose you might say she seduced me.…” “Well, that hardly seems fair,” said James. “Like someone solving a case before Sherlock Holmes. If I were you I would feel challenged, as if to a duel.” Matthew chuckled. Anna gave James a dark look. “I know what you’re trying to do,” she said. “Is it working?” said James. “Possibly,” said Anna, regarding the book. Cordelia couldn’t help but wonder: Was Ariadne’s name in there? Was she considered a conquest now, or something—someone—else?

Hypatia:...I don't want to be good; and I don't want to be bad: I just don't want to be bothered about either good or bad: I want to be an active verb. Lord Summerhays: An active verb? Oh, I see.An active verb signifies to be, to do or to suffer. Hypatia: Just so; how clever of you! I want to be; I want to do; and I'm game to suffer if it costs that. But stick here doing nothing but being good and nice and ladylike I simply won't.

I am constantly amazed by how little difference there is between religions.' Selene sighed. 'It seems the arguments are always over the details. Mary or Isis, Jesus or Horus. Maybe Hypatia is right and names don't matter, just the search for godliness in the life we live.

There are other sorcerer women in history you might admire,” Agrippa said. “Hypatia of Alexandria, the teacher. Much like you.” He smiled. “Hatshepsut, deemed by many as the greatest pharaoh in Egypt’s long history.” It struck me as odd that most sorcerer women belonged solely to antiquity, as if the glory of female magic were some crumbling myth to be debated by scholars.

One day in March AD 415, Hypatia set out from her home to go for her daily ride through the city. Suddenly, she found her way blocked by a “multitude of believers in God.”32 They ordered her to get down from her chariot. Knowing what had recently happened to her friend Orestes, she must have realized as she climbed down that her situation was a serious one. She cannot possibly have realized quite how serious. As soon as she stood on the street, the parabalani, under the guidance of a Church magistrate called Peter—“a perfect believer in all respects in Jesus Christ”33—surged round and seized “the pagan woman.” They then dragged Alexandria’s greatest living mathematician through the streets to a church. Once inside, they ripped the clothes from her body and, using broken pieces of pottery as blades, flayed her skin from her flesh. Some say that, while she still gasped for breath, they gouged out her eyes. Once she was dead, they tore her body into pieces and threw what was left of the “luminous child of reason” onto a pyre and burned her.34

I was brought up Christian, then I was agnostic and then I realized I was atheist... This movie [Agora] is about fundamentalism and hate.

Away with all these gods and godlings; they are worse than useless.

His faith was no game he played.  It was not a mantle to put on or be taken off as the need arose.  The stories he took so literally he held dearer than his own life and he could not doubt them.  Doubt would have destroyed him.  I had no desire to destroy a foolish old man who suffered a fatal ignorance.

It was not Christianity which freed the slave: Christianity accepted slavery; Christian ministers defended it; Christian merchants trafficked in human flesh and blood, and drew their profits from the unspeakable horrors of the middle passage. Christian slaveholders treated their slaves as they did the cattle in their fields: they worked them, scourged them, mated them , parted them, and sold them at will. Abolition came with the decline in religious belief, and largely through the efforts of those who were denounced as heretics.

Hypatia’s case then was this. She lived in a time when her intellectual heritage, a seven-hundred-year-old tradition, was crumbling. The supports that had once seemed so secure—the Museum and the libraries—had all been swept away by the swell of ignorant dogmatism. Almost alone, virtually the last academic, she stood for the intellectual values, for rigorous mathematics, ascetic Neoplatonism, the crucial role of the mind, and the voice of temperance and moderation in civic life.

Intelligence requires first the gift of curiosity.  Without curiosity, who would ask questions?  Second, intelligence is the ability to synthesize.  Facts alone signify little.  Neither are they to be trusted.  Intelligence is the subtle arrangement of that which might or might not be true, the intuitive selection and the weaving of such selections into a pleasing whole that makes for meaning.  Third, intelligence has need of laughter.  Without laughter so much that is bitter and dark is allowed into being.  That which is bitter and dark may be clever, it may even be cunning, but it is never intelligent.  As for wisdom, wisdom is simple.  The wise are able to recognize, and to accept, that not only is one never intelligent enough, but that when all is said and done, one knows exactly nothing.

Life is growth, and the more we travel, the more truth we can understand. Understanding the things that surround us is the best preparation to understand the things that lie beyond.

[Hypatia Bradlaugh Bonner belonged to] that small army of brave people who made it their duty, without thought of themselves or hope or expectation of reward, to strive for unpopular causes. [Chapman Cohen on the death of noted freethinker and peace advocate Hypatia Bradlaugh Bonner]

Beli, who'd been waiting for something exactly like her body her whole life, was sent over the moon by what she now knew. By the undeniable concreteness of her desirability which was, in its own way, Power. Like the accidental discovery of the One Ring. Like stumbling into the wizard Shazam's cave or finding the crashed ship of the Green Lantern! Hypatia Belicia Cabral finally had power and a true sense of self. Started pinching her shoulders back, wearing the tightest clothes she had. Dios mío, La Inca said every time the girl headed out. Why would God give you that burden in this country of all places!

It is difficult to exaggerate the adverse influence of the precepts and practices of religion upon the status and happiness of woman. Owing to the fact that upon women devolves the burden of motherhood, with all its accompanying disabilities, they always have been, and always must be, at a natural disadvantage in the struggle of life as compared with men.... With certain exceptions, women all the world over have been relegated to a position of inferiority in the community, greater or less according to the religion and the social organisation of the people; the more religious the people the lower the status of the women...

Pagan professors of philosophy, after the death of Hypatia, sought security in Athens, where non-Christian teaching was still relatively and innocuously free. Student life was still lively there, and enjoyed most of the consolations of higher education—fraternities, distinctive garbs, hazing, and a general hilarity.

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He who influences the thinking of his time, influences all the moments that follow him. Leave your opinion for eternity.

One morning during Lent in 415, Hypatia climbed into her chariot, some say outside her residence, some say on a street intending to ride home. Several hundred of Cyril's stooges, Christian monks from a desert monastery, swooped upon her, beat her, and dragged her to a church. Inside the church they stripped her naked and peeled away her flesh with either sharpened tiles or broken bits of pottery.

PRAXIS DUVEEN, AT THE age of five, sitting on the beach at Brighton, made a pretty picture for the photographer. Round angel face, yellow curls, puffed sleeves, white socks and little white shoes—one on, one off, while she tried to take a pebble from between her tiny pink toes—delightful! The photographer had hoped to include her elder sister Hypatia in the picture, but that sullen, sallow little girl had refused to appear on the same piece of card as her ill-shod sister.

Thus it happened that a crowd of Christian zealots, led by one Peter the Lector, blocked the homeward path of the carriage in which Hypatia was riding, dragged her from it, and (as if to seek divine sanction for their act) hauled the hapless woman into a church where they stripped her naked and battered her to death with roofing tiles. This done, they continued their frenzy by tearing her corpse limb from limb, orgiastically transporting her body out through the church portals and burning its fragments.

Stuff doesn't matter. That's what they say. I wonder if they've tried losing everything? I left Kerenza with nothing but the clothes I was wearing, and I lost those soon after. I got a ship jumpsuit instead. They say people are more important than stuff. Maybe that's true, though I think there's a reason nobody but Brothers and Sisters renounce their possessions. Even the destitute have something to cling to, right? Your stuff is a series of choices that show who you are. Yeah, I went for the black digiplayer with the skulls on, got a problem with that? Yeah, these are the boots my mom says make me look like I'm in the army. This is the shirt my boyfriend loves, that I have to wear a jacket over when I leave the house. That's the toy turtle my grandma gave me before she died. All I have now is me. People matter more than stuff? Well *beep* you, I don't have people. My mother's dead or mad. My father's on Heimdall, which means he's probably dead too. And my stuff might have been a tiny reminder, something to cling to. Something to tell me who I am. Excuse me for being so ----ing shallow. I want to slam this keyboard against the wall. This keyboard that belongs to the Hypatia. Not mine. Requisitioned. Like my blanket. Like my clothes. Like my life. So here's the thing. My people are gone. My stuff is gone. Nobody's left who knows me, there's nothing left to say who I am. Everyhing's gone, except one thing. One person. He told me to run, to get out, to spread the word. Byron said the same. I understand why they did. But Ezra was ready to die just to improve my chance of survival one percent more. Turns out I feel the same way. Time to go get him. Or die trying. - Kady; The Illuminae Files

Ve biraz sonra peygamber oldukları halde gönderildikleri kavimleri hak yolundan mahrum bırakan o şahıslar göründü. İki büklüm vaziyetteki ihtiyar Konfüçyus’tu, onun koluna girip yürümesine yardım eden de Foucault. Arkalarından da bilinenin aksine kadınlara da peygamberliğin müjdelenebileceğini kanıtı olan İskenderiyeli Hypatia gelmişti. Konfüçyus vakit kaybetmeden tekrarladı: “Bize benzeme!” Kolunu bırakıp ihtiyarın ardından dolaşan Foucault olmayan bir kemanı çalar gibi kollarını kaldırıp boynunu bükmüştü ve sanki nasıl demeli galiba akıl veren Konfüçyus’la dalga geçer bir hali vardı. Fakat bu duruma uyanan ihtiyar birden nasıl döndüyse kendiyle dalga geçen adama başladı veryansına; “Ulan lağımcı keltoş, senin paket elden gitti diye böyle civelek civelek dolanıyorsun ortalıkta ama şu adamı doğru yola soksak affedileceğiz işte anlamıyor musun hötöröf!” Hayret etmiş gibi üst dişleriyle alt dudağındaki gülücüğü saklamaya çalışan Foucault, “aman” dercesine elini sallayınca Hypatia da kahkahayı bastı. Bunu gören ihtiyar, kadına, “Kız bari sen uyma şu kürdancıya” deyip Boncuk’a döndü ve, “Evlat, sen sandığın şey değilsin. Biliyorum anlayabilmen karanlık bir odada kara kediyi bulmak kadar zor ama emin ol senin karanlığında, kara bir kedi yok…” dedi. İşittiklerine onay bekliyormuş gibi Foucault’ya bakan Boncuk adamın kucağında Insanity ismini taktığı o kara kedisini görünce açıkçası bir kahkaha da o attı. Moraran Konfüçyus dışında herkes makaraları koyvermişti. İyice sinirleri bozulan ihtiyar bir yandan baston sallaya sallaya bir yandan da, “biri dibek taşı öteki ablacı… nereden çattık düştük bu şengül hamamına anlayamadım ki…” diye söylene söylene arkasını dönüp uzaklaşmaya ve karanlığa karışmaya başlamıştı. Hemen sonra Hypatia tebessüm edip lafa şöyle girdi: “Düşünme hakkını hep kullan, çünkü yanlış düşünmek hiç düşünmemekten iyidir.” Bu son sözden sonra o da kayboldu ve Foucault da bir veda cümlesi olarak şunları söyledi, “En kötüsü, delilerle deliliklerinde buluşmaktır; bildiklerini yap” ve kucağından karanlığa bıraktığında seçilemeyen kara kedisi gibi o da görünmüyordu artık...

Herhangi bir çağda bir insanın gösterebileceği en olağanüstü başarıları kendinde toplamış olan bu kadının Adı Hypatia’ydı. 370 yılında İskenderiye’de doğmuştu. Kadınların elinde çok az olanakların bulunduğu ve onlara eşya gözüyle bakıldığı bir dönemde, Hypatia serbestçe ve geleneksel kurallara aldırış etmeden erkek çevrelerinde dolaşırdı. Her bakımdan güzel bir kadınmış. Peşinden koşan epey erkek olmasına karşın, evlenme önerilerini reddettiği biliniyor. Hypatia döneminin İskenderiye’si artık epeydir Romalıların egemenliği altında kalmış bir kentti ve gerginlik içindeydi. Kölelik klasik uygarlığın canlılığını çürütmüştü. Hıristiyan Kilisesi yeni doğmuştu; gücünü kökleştirerek putperestliğin etkisini ve kültürünü silmeye çaba harcıyordu. Hypatia bu köklü sosyal güçlerin patlama noktası üzerindeki detanatör rolündeydi. İskenderiye Başpiskoposu Cyril, Hypatia’nın Romalı valiyle olan yakın dostluğu, öğrenimin ve bilimin simgesi olması, bunun da kilise tarafından putperestlikle eş görülmesi nedeniyle ondan nefret ediyordu. Ama Hypatia hayatının tehlikede olduğunu bile bile öğretime ve öğretilerini yayınlamaya devam etti. 415 yılında bir gün işe giderken Başpiskopos Cyril’in müritleri tarafından yolda kıstırıldı. Atlı arabadan indirildi, elbiseleri yırtıldı ve katiller ellerindeki deniz kabuklarıyla Hypatia’nın etlerini kemiklerinden kazıdılar. Kalıntısı yakıldı, eserleri yok edildi ve adı unutuldu. Cyril’e ise azizlik payesi verildi. ----- Öyle garip kavramlarla yetiştirilmişiz ki, bizden birazcık değişik bir kişi ya da toplumla karşılaşınca, onların bize yabancılığı nedeniyle güvensizlik duyuyoruz ya da nefret ediyoruz. Oysa her bir uygarlığın anıtları ve kültürü, insan olmanın değişik biçimde anlatımından başka bir şey değildir. Yer küredışı bir ziyaretçi çeşitli insanlar ve toplumları arasındaki farklara göz attığında, aramızdaki benzerlikleri farklardan daha çok bulacaktır. Kozmosu akıllı yaratıklar dolduruyor olabilir. Fakat Darwin’in öğretisi açıktır: Başka bir yerde insana rastlayamazsınız. Yalnızca gezegenimizde vardır insan. Bu küçücük gezegenimizde. Nadir fakat tehlikeli bir türüz. Kozmik perspektifte, her birimiz çok değerliyiz. Eğer bir insanın sizinle aynı fikri paylaşmadığını fark ederseniz, aldırmayın, bırakınız bu gezegende yaşamaya devam etsin. Unutmayın, yüz milyar galakside bir insan daha bulamazsınız. İnsanlık tarihine, giderek daha genişleyen bir ailenin bireyleri olduğumuz inancının yavaştan içimizde uyanış süreci gözüyle bakabiliriz. İlk zamanlar yalnızca kendimize ve çok yakın akrabalardan oluşan yakınlarımızaydı sadakatimiz. Sonradan göçebe avcı gruplarına, ardından kabilelere, küçük yerleşim örgütlerine derken devlet kentlere ve devletlere sadakat gösterdik. Sevdiklerimizin çemberleri genişledi. Şimdi süper devletler dediğiniz, değişik etnik gruplar ve kültür ortamlarından gelme devletlerin bir bakıma birlikte çalıştıklarını görüyoruz. Bu, hiç kuşkusuz insancıllaşma ve insanda yeni bir kişilik geliştirme deneyi midir. Eğer hayatta kalmak istiyorsak, sadakat çemberimiz daha da genişlemeli, tüm insanlığı içine alacak, yerküre gezegenini kapsayacak biçimde olmalı. Devletleri yönetenlerin çoğu bu düşünceden hoşlanmayacaklardır. İktidar kaybına uğramaktan korkacaklardır. İhanet ve sadakatsizlik sözcüklerini bir hayli işiteceğiz demektir.

Epicurus said that the gods exist, but that they are made of atoms like everything else. Since the gods are immortal, they have no needs, and so they have no desires, and therefore they are suffering no pain from unmet needs and desires. As a consequence, they are in a perfect state of tranquility, which is the utmost pleasure according to those of the Garden. We do not have to accept Epicurus’s claim that the gods are made of atoms in order to agree with his conclusion. If we accept the Epicurean ideal that the height of wisdom, goodness, and blessedness is tranquility, then it follows that the gods (or God) will not be subject to the weaknesses of anger and jealousy, nor be swayed by flattery, nor, for example, be offended, all of which are traits of imperfect mortals. Therefore we have nothing to fear from the gods. This argument is summarized in the following slogan: That which is blissful and immortal has no troubles itself, nor does it cause trouble for others, so that it is not affected by anger or gratitude for all such things come about through weakness.47

They are all dead now, Diocletian and Ignatius, Cyril and Hypatia, Julian and Basil, Athanasius and Arîus: every party has yielded up its persecutors and its martyrs, its hates and slanders and aspirations and heroisms, to the arms of that great Silence whose secrets they all claimed so loudly to have read. Even the dogmas for which they fought might seem to be dead too. For if Julian and Sallustius, Gregory and John Chrysostom, were to rise again and see the world as it now is, they would probably feel their personal differences melt away in comparison with the vast difference between their world and this. They fought to the death about this credo and that, but the same spirit was in all of them.

On a fatal day, in the holy season of Lent, Hypatia was torn from her chariot, stripped naked, dragged to the church, and inhumanely butchered by the hands of Peter the Reader and a troop of savage and merciless fanatics; her flesh was scraped from her bones with sharp oyster-shells, and her quivering limbs were delivered to the flames.

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The first woman in history to be recognized as a universal genius, Hypatia excelled in the fields of mathematics, philosophy, and astronomy. She was killed by a mob of religious fanatics.

Midway through the fourth century the council of Laodicea outlawed divination, the attempt to use thaumaturgical means to the end of knowing the future. The thirty-sixth canon of that council forbade priests to be mathematicians.

Moreover, historians, then as today, record opinion in the same breath as fact. They select what facts they deem relevant to their purpose, and indeed present their judgments under the guise of fact. Doubtless when John of Nikiu wrote: “[Hypatia] beguiled many people through her Satanic wiles,” he saw himself as reporting fact; we, however, may demur.

Cyril, upon learning of this, got hold of the body and placed it in a position of honor and veneration in one of his churches. He conducted over it a ceremony of canonization, bestowing on the would-be assassin the title of Saint Ammonius Thaumasius (Saint Ammonius the Admirable) and publicly declaring him to be a martyr for the Christian faith.

Bishop Hilary of Poitiers described it this way:   "Every year, nay every moon, we make new creeds to describe invisible mysteries. We repent of what we have done, we defend those who repent, we anathematize those whom we defended. We condemn either the doctrine of others in ourselves, or our own in that of others; and reciprocally tearing one another to pieces, we have been the cause of each other’s ruin.

Hypatia, the daughter of Theon, the mathematician, endeavored to continue the old-time instructions. Each day before her academy stood a long train of chariots; her lecture-room was crowded with the wealth and fashion of Alexandria. They came to listen to her discourses on those questions which man in all ages has asked, but which have never yet been answered: "What am I? Where am I? What can I know?" Hypatia and Cyril; philosophy and bigotry; they cannot exist together. As Hypatia repaired to her academy, she was assaulted by (Saint) Cyril's mob—a mob of many monks. Stripped naked in the street, she was dragged into a church, and there killed by the club of

The enthralling elegance of mathematics defines the circular motion of the stars, the angles of observation, the tallies of our economics, the shapes of our tools, the counting of our assets, and the creation of delicious food, compelling art, and captivating music. The span of our evolution provides a humbling realization that the brain has been mathematically evolving for thousands of years before any evidence we may currently have. Concepts and ideas have continually built upon previous mathematical truths, which humans have frequently proved, tested, and retested to establish new foundational truths. These scientific truths linger in the mathematical cognizance of the birds that count their hatchlings, the bees that geometrically shape their homes, the dogs that count their treats, and the seals that understand the flow of the oceans currents.

Whether this courage was innate or whether their parents conditioned them to have resolve, knowing that there were other women in the world also pursing science and math perhaps inspired them with perseverance. This sisterly inspiration, though minimal and new to the world, was a powerful movement. Even though their diligence may have wavered for thousands of years, like the women who persisted, they never gave up.

With the sight of her menstrual blood, she successfully repulsed him, surprised him, and shamed him. She had to make sure that he understood that his infatuation with his instructor was irrational.

Among the several writings that Synesius sent to Hypatia wherein he refers to her as the most "holy and revered" philosopher, he writes, "You always have power, and long may you have it and make good use of that power." In this passage, this power that he refers to is the refined connection between an intellectual and spiritual capacity to live peacefully in a world between the extremes of Christianity and Paganism.

Even though other women left a historical impression on academics, it was not enough to give women and girls the platform they needed to stand upon for future generations. Thus, Hypatia forged a scant path and helped create a world where today, women comprise thirty percent of the workforce in science, technology, engineering, and math.

Because she was taught from a platform of tolerance, there was no room for opposition.

She was intelligent, charitable, and insightful. Her philosophy provided communal peace in a city with many political and religious divisions. Moreover, Hypatia never wavered. She epitomized resilience. The highway that women in STEM walk today would not have been possible without the faint trail that emerged out of fourth-century Alexandria forged by Hypatia.

Hypatia and Fabiola were similar in many ways. Hypatia declared her virginity and abstinence to solidify her role in academia. Fabiola presented her divorce and denounced her love for money to claim her role in the church. Their careers were carried out with passion and altruism. They both devoted their lives selflessly to those who needed them. Their public acts of generosity would inevitably expose their personal lives to public scrutiny. Finally, they were both inquisitive and empowered by knowledge.

Metrodora devoted her life to her clinical practice preserving her findings, serving her patients, advancing science, and promoting the science of gynecology.

The brewing struggle between church and state was underway. It would become a battle to last for more than a thousand years in some countries, and a campaign that would never end in some others.

There was a woman at Alexandria named Hypatia, daughter of the philosopher Theon, who made such attainments in literature and science, as to far surpass all the philosophers of her own time. Having succeeded to the school of Plato and Platinus, she explained the principles of philosophy to her auditors, many of who came from a distance to receive her instructions.

The Egyptian Coptic Bishop John of Nikiu wrote about Hypatia almost 300 years after her passing. He described her as a "Satanic witch who was "devoted to magic". For hundreds of years, this misinformation and false propaganda defined Hypatia. Hypatia was not a witch. Nor did she practice metaphysics or "beguile" men.

No matter how different these faiths were, they all had a core belief system that maintained materialism should not be associated with spirituality.

Theon gave her the skills that would challenge her mental aptitude and intellectual capabilities, regardless of gender.

Possibly Hypatia entered the world in the middle of a storm. Hypatia's nature was equally compelling because she became the gale that altered history. Hypatia was a force of nature.

Professors are the sum total of their works and passions. The amount of dedication that goes into creating a body of educational work encompasses a magnitude of time that includes gathering truth, assembling peer-reviewed information, and evaluating intellectual theories.

The schools of Athens had gained in importance after the murder of Hypatia

Like her father, Hypatia immersed herself in academics during an era that was perishing. Regardless, she persisted in encouraging self-development and intellectual aptitude.

For Hypatia, she had no alternative but to live her best and most accomplished life in a guarded community filled with religious infighting. She became fearless, and she became bold. Moreover, she made an impressive mark on academia in a century when society expected women to live life of domesticity.

Like two perceptive leaders, they trod carefully, establishing strongholds and making allies wherever they could.

Everything in the cosmos obeyed the laws of physics and mathematics long before humans observed, understood, or interacted with it.

He references Hypatia in his work Commentary on Book Three of Ptolemy's Almagest. This mention is an honorable and rare depiction of her relationship with her father. Thus, from a direct and close source, we can better understand Hypatia, who was more than "exceedingly beautiful". Hypatia was an intelligent, capable, and accomplished academic.

She had self-respect that was infectious and intelligence that inspired.

However in one deed, Hypatia was able to teach several lessons. Her powerful message let her students know that women represent more than which is "beautiful". With this lesson, she taught her students that men should not objectify women, but rather value them for their intellect and acumen.

Damascus wrote that Theon raised Hypatia with dikaaeosyne (justice) and sophroysyne (temperance). Sophrosyne is the antonym of hubris and is a Greek term to describe one with excellence in character. It is the ancient Greek conception of a Platonic ideal that means superiority of character and awareness. Dikaeosyne means to exist with integrity and virtue. In Biblical terms, it means to be acceptable to God. In Hypatia's Neoplatonic terms, it means to be suitable to an ideal that is an infinite, transcendent One.

Of all Theon's endeavors, raising his daughter as a leader was his most profound accomplishment.

Aware of her status as a female academic and advisor, Hypatia fearlessly and gracefully succeeded in a world where women were not expected or even allowed to hold positions of power.

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Bazen en büyük hatalar, kusursuz olduğunu sandığımız işlerden kaynaklanır.

Stuff doesn't matter. That's what they say. I wonder if they've tried losing everything? I left Kerenza with nothing but the clothes I was wearing, and I lost those soon after. I got a ship jumpsuit instead. They say people are more important than stuff. Maybe that's true, though I think there's a reason nobody but Brothers and Sisters renounce their possessions. Even the destitute have something to cling to, right? Your stuff is a series of choices that show who you are. Yeah, I went for the black digiplayer with the skulls on, got a problem with that? Yeah, these are the boots my mom says make me look like I'm in the army. This is the shirt my boyfriend loves, that I have to wear a jacket over when I leave the house. That's the toy turtle my grandma gave me before she died. All I have now is me. People matter more than stuff? Well *beep* you, I don't have people. My mother's dead or mad. My father's on Heimdall, which means he's probably dead too. And my stuff might have been a tiny reminder, something to cling to. Something to tell me who I am. Excuse me for being so ----ing shallow. I want to slam this keyboard against the wall. This keyboard that belongs to the Hypatia. Not mine. Requisitioned. Like my blanket. Like my clothes. Like my life. So here's the thing. My people are gone. My stuff is gone. Nobody's left who knows me, there's nothing left to say who I am. Everyhing's gone, except one thing. One person. He told me to run, to get out, to spread the word. Byron said the same. I understand why they did. But Ezra was ready to die just to improve my chance of survival one percent more. Turns out I feel the same way. Time to go get him. Or die trying.

I sighed and tried to return back to my schoolwork, but being bored of what I was learning, I gave time away to articles about Hypatia, precocity, young philosophers, and, during arbitrary, episodic moments, the [rubik's] cube. I was procrastinating, yet I still wanted to be diligent and academically edified.

Why was she murdered—because she was a pagan, educated, a woman? I think Hypatia, a remarkable woman who willingly engaged in the politics of her time, ran afoul of others' personal ambitions. A rival party used fear-mongering lies to eliminate her as an asset to a political rival. Her tragic flaw was her disengagement from the ordinary people of her city. Among elites, Hypatia was esteemed and influential; but, to the ordinary people of Alexandria, she was a scandalous woman.

I opposed secession. I thought that was the right decision. But I lost, and I happen to believe in the legal and political systems of Hypatia. I lost,” she repeated, “…and if this man—this monster—is going to come into my star system and murder hundreds of thousands of my fellow citizens, of my people, and tell me his actions have been approved by the Solarian League, then thank God I did.” She looked around the table again, her eyes like iron. “I don’t know about this ‘Mesan Alignment’ the Manticorans and the Havenites are talking about. I don’t know about an awful lot of things, but I just discovered how horribly wrong I’ve been about one thing I thought I did know. I thought I knew the Solarian League was worth saving.

By the eighteenth century, Hypatia had mutated from esteemed elder scholar to young beautiful martyr. Her life and death became metaphors for what was wrong with the Catholic Church.

Hypatia’s own father, Theon, had studied here. He was a mathematician of astonishing perspicacity, not to mention longevity: the commentaries he produced on Euclid were so authoritative that they form the foundation of modern editions of his texts. Read Euclid today, and you are reading, in part, the work of Hypatia’s father.

The shocking death of Hypatia ought to have merited a good deal of attention in the histories of the period. Instead it is treated lightly and obliquely, if at all. In history, as in life, no one in Alexandria was punished for her murder. There was a cover-up. Some writers were highly critical – even to fervent Christian eyes this was an appalling act. But not all: as one Christian bishop later recorded with admiration, once the satanic woman had been destroyed, then all the people surrounded Cyril in acclamation for he had ‘destroyed the last remains of idolatry in the city’. The affected myopia of Christian historians could be magnificent: as the historian Ramsay MacMullen has put it, ‘Hostile writings and discarded views were not recopied or passed on, or they were actively suppressed.’ The Church acted as a great and, at times, fierce filter on all written material, the centuries of its control as ‘a differentially permeable membrane’ that ‘allowed the writings of Christianity to pass through but not of Christianity’s enemies’.

Meritocracy is about blending Plato’s Republic with Rousseau’s Social Contract, and reflecting the Hegelian dialectic and Pythagorean-Leibnizian logic and rationalism, combined with the artistic and spiritual sensibility of Goethe. It’s about the fierce commitment to political justice reflected by Adam Weishaupt, Thomas Jefferson and the two great Jacobins Robespierre and SaintJust. It’s about the dynamism and Logos of Heraclitus. It’s about the shamanism of Empedocles and his two dialectical cosmic forces of attraction and repulsion: Love (Philia) and Strife (Neikos). It’s about the wisdom of Solomon, and the divine intuition and magic of Simon Magus. And it’s about the celebration of Hypatia, the heroic symbol of martyred Reason, feminism and classical paganism.

Women know much more about Kim Kardashian than they do about Joan of Arc, Marie Curie, or Hypatia. Has any modern woman even heard of Hypatia? Why is it that a total waste of space – Kim Kardashian – is so famous, yet women who have done amazing things are practically unknown? This is a critical point. In our culture, knowing about Hypatia achieves nothing for you. It will make you seem weird if you can tell anyone anything about Hypatia. By contrast, it will not seem weird at all if you have loads of info about Kim Kardashian. That’s exactly why our negative liberty society is so fucked. Nonentities like Kim Kardashian are universally known while genius women such as Hypatia are entirely unknown. That’s how you make slaves of women. Everything becomes about a woman’s “glamour”. Nothing else about her is deemed relevant.

The shocking death of Hypatia ought to have merited a good deal of attention in the histories of the period. Instead it is treated lightly and obliquely, if at all. In history, as in life, no one in Alexandria was punished for her murder. There was a cover-up.61 Some writers were highly critical—even to fervent Christian eyes this was an appalling act. But not all: as one Christian bishop later recorded with admiration, once the satanic woman had been destroyed, then all the people surrounded Cyril in acclamation for he had “destroyed the last remains of idolatry in the city.

It was Hypatia’s fault, said the Christians, that the governor was being so stubborn. It was she, they murmured, who was standing between Orestes and Cyril, preventing them from reconciling. Fanned by the parabalani, the rumours started to catch, and flame. Hypatia was not merely a difficult woman, they said. Hadn’t everyone seen her use symbols in her work, and astrolabes? The illiterate parabalani (‘bestial men – truly abominable’ as one philosopher would later call them) knew what these instruments were. They were not the tools of mathematics and philosophy, no: they were the work of the Devil. Hypatia was not a philosopher: she was a creature of Hell. It was she who was turning the entire city against God with her trickery and her spells. She was ‘atheizing’ Alexandria. Naturally, she seemed appealing enough – but that was how the Evil One worked. Hypatia, they said, had ‘beguiled many people through satanic wiles’. Worst of all, she had even beguiled Orestes. Hadn’t he stopped going to church? It was clear: she had ‘beguiled him through her magic’. This could not be allowed to continue. One day in March AD 415, Hypatia set out from her home to go for her daily ride through the city. Suddenly, she found her way blocked by a ‘multitude of believers in God’. They ordered her to get down from her chariot. Knowing what had recently happened to her friend Orestes, she must have realized as she climbed down that her situation was a serious one. She cannot possibly have realized quite how serious. As soon as she stood on the street, the parabalani, under the guidance of a Church magistrate called Peter – ‘a perfect believer in all respects in Jesus Christ’ – surged round and seized ‘the pagan woman’. They then dragged Alexandria’s greatest living mathematician through the streets to a church. Once inside, they ripped the clothes from her body then, using broken pieces of pottery as blades, flayed her skin from her flesh. Some say that, while she still gasped for breath, they gouged out her eyes. Once she was dead, they tore her body into pieces and threw what was left of the ‘luminous child of reason’ onto a pyre and burned her.

The dominant culture displaces what it doesn’t like,” said Lupita.

You philosophers, however raised above your own bodies you may be, must really not forget we poor worldlings have bones to be broken.

On a fatal day, in the holy season of Lent, Hypatia was torn from her chariot, stripped naked, dragged to the church, and inhumanely butchered by the hands of Peter the Reader and a troop of savage and merciless fanatics; her flesh was scraped from her bones with sharp oyster-shells, and her quivering limbs were delivered to the flames.