Scientia Per Gratiam

If life on Earth is just a passing passage, science is our only form of presence in Eternity.

In the vastness of the Arabian desert, where the sands hide ancient secrets, I experienced an event that revealed a hidden truth to me. At one point, an Indian named Manjhi sat down next to me. He had a simple but imposing appearance, as if he carried the wisdom of foreign lands on his shoulders. He revealed to me, with a simplicity that made his words seem holy , that every act of humble renunciation is a lesson in the ultimate reward. As if he had known me all his life, he looked me straight in the eye with that penetrating gaze that seemed to divine all the secrets of my soul, and said:

"You were not allowed access to immediate gains and pleasures. Instead, you received a soul whose kindness opened unseen paths for others, spreading the holy message of sacred knowledge. That is why your reward, which will come from Divinity, will be greater than that of anyone on this earth."

This revelation shook me: my life, with all its shortcomings, had been a preparation for a divine reward, in which the good soul becomes the engine that propels science forward. In doing so, Manjhi revealed to me that every act of suffering is a lesson in the ultimate reward. And that only what you build in the name of science rises to Heaven, while all other deeds of the world stop here, on Earth, without echo beyond it. In fact, most of the deeds of the world are but footprints in the sand, fleeting illusions.

Leadership: How do you handle giving up immediate recognition to serve the advancement of knowledge, knowing that your reward will come from a higher source?

Every man carries a soul, but few use it to advance science. After all, a man's worth is measured by what he leaves behind, seeking effect, as opposed to immediate recognition, without waiting for the approval of the crowd.

Of course, Manjhi had his own way, calm but penetrating, of subtly suggesting to me that the true leader does not seek worldly wealth, but dedicates his life to the service of the Force that unites Heaven and Earthwhere science becomes a form of faith. And Divinity responds through signs to those who serve the Truth through science. He who understands the meaning of life, creates it.

I left the desert after a few days, but not before carrying it within me. I returned home with a liberated heart, carrying the certainty that the goodness of my soul had finally been recognized by the Divine. Deep understanding is the sign of salvation through science, not blind faith. However, an essential question increasingly troubled me: what is the next stage of my destiny?

Thus, I have leaned upon my own existence as a silent guardian of progress, aware that every contribution to science, every revelation of knowledge, is not just a deed, but a sacred investment in the future destiny of humanity.

Leadership: Can you retrospectively transform your life experiences into a coherent story, which reveals its ultimate purpose only when the moment becomes eternity?

Clearly, Manjhi was not just a desert pilgrim, but a mirror of my own becoming. As in Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist," where Santiago receives divine signs in the desert to follow his dream, I saw in his words a lesson about reward. Progress is the prayer of those who think beyond themselves. Immediately, I understood that leadership is the art of channeling the soul towards the good conceived through creation, discovery, and invention. In other words, whoever does everything for science, does everything for God. The universe expands through ideas, not through the accumulation of wealth. And if life on Earth is but a passing passage, then science becomes the form through which we reach Eternity.

It seemed that every word of the Indian was an unspoken page, a story written with the ink of a wisdom that needed no voice. In any case, his words resonated in me like a holy revelation. And not only that. They reminded me of the movie "The Matrix", when Morpheus tells Neo: "There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."

Similarly, Manjhi revealed to me the fundamental difference: while the riches of the world inevitably dissipate, the soul is perfected only through the generosity of sharing Knowledge. Thus, I understood that the science to which I had devoted myself was not just a preoccupation of the mind, but a calling that transcended time and space.

Leadership: Can you transform your perception of the external environment into a mirror of your own limits and potentialities, so that your vision clarifies the mysterious order of divine creation?

We talked a lot. Not about the roads, but about the way the soul carries its body like a heavy garment, just as the desert carries within itself the fire of the day and the cold of the night without complaining. The desert is a silent witness that preserves the traces of all those who have dared to cross it. Manjhi used to say that each step leaves a mark in the sky, not in the sand, and that the one who listens to the desert wind can understand the meaning of pain. In the silence between us, I felt his words fall into me like the seeds of a tree of light. And he also said that, in a universe where everything fades, the story becomes the only form of authentic permanence.

That's right. Under the merciless desert sky, I learned that every man carries an unspoken reward. The Indian's revelation, "Anima Scientia," the great force of the soul that advances knowledge, awakened a question in me: what does it mean to be rewarded more than you suspected?

In "The Epic of Gilgamesh," the hero seeks immortality through adventure, but finds meaning in wisdom; likewise, I have struggled with lack to build the work of God. The scribe does not write for glory, but to contribute to the work of revealing the divine.

As I was saying, I left the desert with a heavy but enlightened heart. I kept wondering how I could transform my own humility into a holy story. Slowly, slowly, I leaned over my own life, like a scribe of eternity, knowing that every idea, every moment, can be a page in a greater work. And I wrote, I kept writing, until the writing turned into the echo of an ancient calling, which the desert embraced with its millenary silence. I am sure that I have always lived and will always live. My work is the altar where the moment becomes eternity.

Leadership is the divine reward granted to the purified soul, that soul which, in its sacred work, serves the advancement of Knowledge.

Scientia per Gratiam concentrates the truth that authentic progress is, in fact, a divine reward offered to chosen souls. It manifests itself as an unseen law, operating beyond the immediate and apparent logic of the world. Ultimately, this is also a kind of wordless prayer, for not everything that is holy is shown, and not everything that is shown is necessarily holy, just as the desert hides under its silence what cannot be spoken.

True greatness makes no noise, but is mysteriously connected to Heaven, where knowledge becomes prayer revealed through lucidity and silent sacrifice. After all, only those who accept the humility of their soul as part of the journey of growth will be able to separate the sands of illusion and recognize, in the mystery of the unseen, the traces of a higher calling.