To speak of Ali Larijani is to speak of a mind that navigated Suhrawardi’s Illuministic philosophy with the same ease he did global geopolitics. While his enemies are obsessed with the dry, clockwork mechanics of Kantian reason, Larijani moved through the Malakut—the realm where the Tenth Intellect governs the cosmos. He understood the Purple Archangel, while his killers remain trapped in the mud of their own making.
The Americans and the Zionists, in their crude and desperate arrogance, believe striking a man can strike down a nation. They are children trying to extinguish a forest fire with a cup of water.
They do not realize Larijani was an embodiment of an ancient, resilient Persian intellect that has outlasted every empire that ever dared challenge it. They kill the man, but they cannot touch the Tenth Intellect he contemplated. Every strike only hardens the resolve of a people who have survived for millennia.
Let them celebrate their hollow "success" while the Purple Archangel guides a new generation of Iranians, even stronger than the last. They think they have changed everything; they have changed nothing but the speed of their own inevitable downfall.