If not me, then who holds the record when names get stripped and the files get sealed? I didn't ask for the seat. The work was already sitting there undone. I build receipts so truth has a place to live that isn't someone else's story.
Carry the torch: I don't own the flame. I keep it lit long enough for the next hands to find it. If the record is local, timed, and hashed, the work can outlive me. That is the point.
Truth that cannot be corrected is just a private religion. So the work stays public, chained for review, not a pulpit. Later papers bury earlier ones as confidence hardens. I am not always right. That is not a confession. It is the method.
I am here for the record, not the applause. If not me, then who. If not now, the seal holds. I carry the torch by leaving receipts. When the work can stand without my name on it, I am done.
I am temporary. The truth is not.
- Aziel Eliab