Everything below is the complete public profile of Julius Chandler in one place — introduction, the expanded CV and genealogy of thought, all aphorisms, and the art / poetry. The longform essays are linked at the end (each is large, so it lives on its own page).

JNC WEBSYS — Julius Chandler
Julius Chandler's personal site, styled as a retro terminal OS with a 3D cube interface. Sections cover an introduction, written work, an aphoristic skeleton of guiding quotes, and a "signalling" page (an expanded CV plus a genealogy of intellectual influences).

Complete public profile in one place: introduction, expanded CV + genealogy of thought, all aphorisms, and the art / poetry. The longform essays are linked at the end.

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# INTRODUCTION
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Hey there, I'm Julius Chandler.

Roles / identity:
- Founder: I am building Reiuk, a software contracting firm.
- Dropout: Dropped out of UC Berkeley at the end of freshman fall to focus full time on REIUK LTD. Go Bears!
- Athlete: Calisthenics world champion LOADING... soon. Other assorted athletic pursuits.
- Artist: Go check out ART for some of my digital stuff.
- Thinker: Aren't we all. I would particularly say that I am someone who enjoys consuming and synthesising into my own frameworks all the philosophy, stats, skills, perspectives that I can get my hands on. If you are the same way (and you'll know if we are the same way after looking through the signalling section): reach out to me, even if just to say hey, I also exist, let's talk at some point and bash eachother's best frameworks against eachother.
- Technophile: I am an optimist about the future of technology and humanity, if that wasn't already clear by the only very slightly influenced aesthetic design I made. There are incredible dangers lying in wait to waylay mankind. But there are incredible boons that may be given to us, including the end of Aging, the eradication of poverty, and the creation of technology that will enable and deepen human connection and our ability to flourish as individuals and civilisations.

Site sections:
- Writing (/writing): Look at my writing section for some collected pieces of writing or to hear how I speak and think.
- Aphoristic Skeleton (/aphoristic-skeleton): Look at my aphoristic skeleton section to see what rules and ideas I find particularly moving and help dictate a significant portion of my actions.
- Signalling (/signalling): Look at my signalling section for an overview of my: resume and probably significantly more interestingly my cultural and intellectual influences.
- Art (/art): Look at my art section to read a collection of some of my poetry, or various digital art pieces that explore the beauty of math (and also at some stage helped me develop front end experience lol).
- J NET: Coming soon.

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# SIGNALLING (expanded CV + genealogy of thought)
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Welcome to the signalling page of my website. Here I will state what I have done previously, going over some highlights, akin to a slightly expanded resume. The genealogy of thought section is intended to help you build a better model of me culturally (in my opinion, the thing that actually matters more).

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## Education
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- University: UC Berkeley (dropped out) — Fall 2025, CA, USA
  Applied Mathematics & Philosophy
  Note: Dropped out at the end of freshman fall to focus full time on REIUK LTD. Go Bears!
- High School: Sevenoaks — Graduation Year: 2025, Kent, UK
  International Baccalaureate — Higher Level: Math AI, English Literature, Economics; Standard Level: Physics, Philosophy, Spanish

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## Professional experience
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### Founder, REIUK LTD — Dec 2025 – Present
  - Software agency using proprietary multi-agent systems combined with skilled human developers. 'Centaur' teams delivering finished products multiples faster at the same or better quality
  - AI-native, compliant, security-assured, safety-first (human in the loop) software with cutting-edge architecture
  - Team is ex-Berkeley and Cambridge, with prior work across fintech, generative AI in chemistry, ML, cryptography, prediction markets and AI agent tooling
  - Leading complex, novel next-gen solutions, as well as custom boutique software development and research for 250+ person companies you'd recognise

### Finster AI, AI Engineering Intern — Jun 2025 – Aug 2025
  - Built real-time market data scraping system serving 40+ UBS analysts
  - Developed AI agent capable of converting financial analysis into presentation decks
  - Created citation management tool ensuring regulatory compliance across file formats

### The Sunday Diplomat, Head of Technology — May 2023 – May 2025
  - Managed the marketing, software and social media aspects of an international network of 40+ student writers and editors spanning six continents
  - Coded and implemented an NLP-based AI for Instagram posts, helping grow it naturally to around 5,000 followers, and helping increase traffic on the main site by 30%
  - Helped scale UK's largest sixth-form publication to tens of thousands of readers across 100+ countries

### Founder and Lead Programmer, Avarice Coins — Jun 2023 - Aug 2023
  - Generated $3K revenue selling to 100+ clients
  - Built task automation algorithms and discord bots

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## Highlighted honors
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- IASEAI '26 Poster Presentation (TruthBot — AI manipulation detection) (2026) [https://github.com/JNC4/apartaim]
- Team UK for Calisthenics (3rd nationally in Power, 24th in the 2025 WSWCF World in Bulgaria) (2025)
- Sevenoaks Mathematics Faculty Prize (Highest math prize in school, annually) (2024)
- Won Silver at Eton Debating Championship (nationwide tournament) (2023)

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## Academic & professional extracurriculars
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- Was part of Berkeley AI Safety Initiative (BASIS) in technical reading group track; previously part of working groups on mechanistic interpretability (particularly steering vectors)
- Made £XXK with crypto
- I code (python, typescript, solidity) @ https://github.com/JNC4 (mostly private repos)
- Sevenoaks Politics Society, Founder and President (school hosted Chancellor of the Exchequer / Head of the UK Fed)
- Sevenoaks Math Club, President (provided math tutoring and Olympiad prep)
- Sevenoaks Debate Club, Debate Team/Coach (trained younger student team to compete at Oxford nationals and win bronze at Eton)
- Personal trainer for 10+ clients
- Poetry/short story writer, recognized by Caleb Femi, the Young People's Laureate for London
- Learning Mandarin, lived 2 years with a Chinese roommate
- Top 10% of teams at Junction Hackathon 2024 in Helsinki, Finland
- Volunteered 2 years to be front of house for my school's performances, and for half a year to help teach primary-school kids

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## Athletics
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- Team UK in Calisthenics (Streetlifting, under 80kg), where I placed 24th worldwide
- Skiing Level 8/9 (CO system)
- Black Belt- First Dan, Taekwondo; Taught for half a year as a Junior Instructor
- Played with the 1st XI (First Team) in field hockey as a fullback
- Other: I like to climb mountains, efoil, and am getting my skydiving A license

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## Intellectual frameworks
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Roughly speaking I've been influenced the most by the three frameworks of:
- Christianity: I was an agnostic for a long time, but recently converted. I believe the resurrection happened as a historical event, that a necessary reality exists, and that the anthropic argument for a creator deity is convincing.
- Rationality: I am talking about the '21st century movement' which is EA-adjacent, emphasises bayesian stats, focused on AI safety, etc. I would describe myself as rationalist-adjacent considering I have heavy metaphysical, religious, cultural and values based splits from what would be considered more orthodox rationalism. However, I began reading the sequences at 13, and have derived a huge amount of value from the models presented or solidified by the rationalist community, and would say rationalism was and is seminal to my intellectual development.
- Existentialism: Particularly that of Søren Kierkegaard and Friedrich Nietzsche.

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## Important stances
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1. If you lived following the example that Jesus of Nazareth set, it is highly likely (>80%) that would be the best life possible. (Best life is fuzzy — more precisely: maximise your eudaimonia, plus a basket of other potentially beneficial things such as moral or spiritual growth coinciding with impactful acts.)
2. AGI and then ASI is highly likely (>80%) to happen within the next 5 years.
3. We do not currently have sufficient safeguards around AI and there is at least a 15% risk of total disempowerment or extinction.
4. Agape and how it applies to our relationships to others is either a fundamental or the fundamental ordering principle of how we ought to live.
5. If God exists, we should love others with the ferocity of lightning; If God does not exist, we should love others with the ferocity of lightning.
6. It is likely (>60%) that some form of ultimate (necessary) reality exists i.e. God (not necessarily describing attributes).
7. Free markets are insanely value creating — through the price signal and thus capital allocation. Government intervention in cases of market failure has historically, I think, proven itself in most cases more inefficient than the actual market failure.
8. It is likely (>60%) that TradFi is replaced in the most part by DeFi in the next 10 years.
9. Traditional social concepts and values are important and should not be thrown away without first deeply understanding the role they play (Chesterton's Fence).
10. My beliefs are subject to change, and I am willing to discuss openly in the pursuit of truth together with anyone.

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## Thinkers who have influenced me
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Roughly in descending order but hard to pick and significant lossy compression:
- Jesus/The Bible: everything
- Nietzsche: Existentialism/Ubermensch, psychology, many other assorted
- Aristotle: logic/syllogism, flourishing, assorted
- John Locke: empiricism, liberalism, assorted
- Francis Bacon: falsification
- Plato: metaphysics, assorted
- Kierkegaard: silence, existentialism, faith
- Buddhist Tantra: monstrosity and nobility, horror and beauty, non-duality, suffering
- G.K. Chesterton: writing, faith, social systems, assorted
- C.S. Lewis: faith, assorted
- David Hume: empiricism, guillotine, assorted
- von Neumann: game theory, assorted
- Eliezer Yudkowsky/LessWrong: rationality
- Thomas Bayes: bayesian statistics
- Scott Alexander/ACX: rationality, psychology, writing, assorted
- Thomas Aquinas: faith, reason
- Socrates: communication, humility, assorted
- Johann Goethe: assorted
- Kurt Gödel: metaphysics, logic, faith, assorted
- Bryan Caplan: economics, psychology, assorted
- René Descartes: metaphysics, faith, assorted
- Wittgenstein: language & linguistics, assorted
- Kolmogorov: information, assorted
- Robin Hanson: economics, social systems, assorted
- Georg Cantor: faith, infinity
- Carl Friedrich Gauss: faith, assorted
- Montesquieu: separation of powers, political philosophy, assorted

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# APHORISTIC SKELETON (33 aphorisms)
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"That which can be destroyed by the truth should be."
    — PC Hodgell

“[In Heaven there] is joy that cannot be shaken. Our light can swallow up your darkness: but your darkness cannot now infect our light.”
    — CS Lewis

"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds"
    — Hebrews 10:24

“The ideal of the most high spirited, alive, and world affirming human being who has not only come to terms and learned to get along with whatever was and is, but who wants to have what was and is repeated into all eternity, shouting insatiably da capo [from the beginning].”
    — Nietzsche

"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man"
    — George Barnard Shaw

"The Godhead is effective in the living and not in the dead, in the becoming and the changing, not in the become and the set-fast; and therefore, similarly, the reason is concerned only to strive towards the divine through the becoming and the living, and the understanding only to make use of the become and the set-fast."
    — Goethe

“Besides a mathematical inclination, an exceptionally good mastery of one's native tongue is the most vital asset of a competent programmer.”
    — Edsger W. Dijkstra

"In the silence of the heart, God speaks"
    — Mother Teresa

"All of what is (questions of how do we achieve) can be solved for at the least through calculus (nabla C) ordered on opportunity cost to any abstract principle. I am far more interested in the question: what should we achieve?"
    — JNC

"I have had it with crack houses, dictatorships, torture chambers, disease, old age, spinal paralysis, and world hunger. I have had it with a death rate of 150,000 sentient beings per day. I have had it with this planet. I have had it with mortality. None of this is necessary. The time has come to stop turning away from the mugging on the corner, the beggar on the street. It is no longer necessary to close our eyes, blinking away the tears, and repeat the mantra: "I can't solve all the problems of the world." We can. We can end this."
    — Yudkowsky

"Merely having an open mind is nothing. The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid."
    — GK Chesterton

"One shouldn't optimise - only rethink plans, or better, plan better."
    — JNC

"Unfortunately, most work in the modern world goes to optimising changes that create far less than high-variance, new ideas."
    — JNC

"Probably the most profound illusion under which we normally operate is that we do not take seriously the wonder of other people"
    — Matthew Adelstein

"Simplicity is power"
    — JNC

"When people choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything."
    — GK Chesterton

"We wish to be loved. A precondition of that is to be seen [fully]."
    — JNC

"Each individual is continually engaged in a personal adjustment process in which he balances the desire for privacy with the desire for disclosure and communication of themself to others, in light of the environmental conditions and social norms set by the society in which they live."
    — Alan Westin

"Ascetics will leave the world alone because they live within the temple or monastery. The Christian on the other hand is the temple that enters into the world in order to redeem it into the Kingdom of God."
    — Unknown

"Being as an artist-king who radically affirms his appetite for life and macht (creative power) eked out of his primordial kraft (power). This is the Ubermensch. Being as a servant of truth and morality. This is the Christian. I wish to aspire to both (the Ubermensch wishes to swallow the cross, the cross gives meaning to the kraft; Whatever that means)."
    — JNC

"Perhaps the whole point of life is to study and appreciate immanence and in that understanding rejoice; immanence, the idea that you live continually with God in your life, expressed in all things."
    — JNC

"The lurking suspicion that something could be simplified is the world's richest source of rewarding challenges"
    — Edsger W. Dijkstra

"Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away."
    — 1 Corinthians 13:8

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
    — 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

"Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love"
    — Rainer Rilke

"The human world [of policy] is a topography of incentives. Judge based off of how the flow moves, not what is said."
    — JNC

"The safest sin: envy, which is easily disguised as enthusiasm for equality."
    — Thomas Szasz

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; Hate cannot drive out hate."
    — MLK

"The curious task of economics is to demonstrate to men how little they really know about what they imagine they can design."
    — Friedrich Hayek

"There is nothing impossible to him who will try"
    — Alexander III of Macedon

"I can do all things through him who strengthens me"
    — Philippians 4:13

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."
    — J.R.R. Tolkien

"And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many."
    — J.R.R. Tolkien

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# ART (poetry + digital projects)
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## Digital projects
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- Shader Experiments (https://das-kappa.vercel.app/): WebGL/GLSL shader studies, including the original raymarched red cube that inspired this site's design.
- Ant Colony Simulation (https://antsim.vercel.app/): Agent-based model of ant foraging — pheromone trails and shortest paths emerging from simple local rules.
- ∇C (nabla C) (https://nablac.vercel.app/): A real neural network training live in your browser, the gradient of the cost (∇C) drawn flooding backward through the weights as it learns.
- PhysikArt (https://physikart.vercel.app/): Six simulated systems whose order holds only within exact bounds. Turn the dial past them and watch it fall apart.
- Markov Chain Generator (https://markovsw.vercel.app/): Generative text built on Markov chains, trained on works scraped from Project Gutenberg.

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## Poetry (8 poems)
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### California in summer

Applewood felled and sawed smooth
stacked under the tree from which it dropped
scissors snip through California hibiscus
cut dark wood lit up by honeyed sun

the vulture and coyote hunt through sanded skyline
a crackling dust and swirling shrubbery empty of prey
how brutal the fever
how hateful the stillness of moon and sun alike

the trees are few and green has drained from the earth
a land where the heart rests in a sandstone valley
and wearily drinks from the silent heat
it is gentle

leaves raked away reveal warm stone
dry clay soil dispassionate in fiery touch
how can such violently tranquil divinity be embodied
over a thousand thousand hills?

California is the lowest point of the world
to which all gush downhill
allow its warmth flow through you
let its sunlight brighten your eyes

### Welsh countryside / rolling solitude

Rolls of green, fat, grey fields on the belly
of sleeping giants,
Their breath does not stir the modern world, nor its clients,
But the dripping wind that runs its hands down my hair,
Absentmindedly ladens my clothes with
weight.
The flowers prostrate themselves to this
unthinking authority,
They slam their heads to the mud a hand
outstretched
Until the squelch of my soles comes down
combustion hard.
All that is left in the path I walk is footsteps
that will be washed away,
A solitude indistinguishable from the
overcast Welsh air,
The place I came from, and
This mossy hermitage,
The pilgrims prayer.

### The salesman step

Yellow sun
yellow shoes
walking pace
jaunty tune
whistle by
"flying soon"

such direction
such electric
hectic misdirection
travels far
never moves
walking pace
yellow shoes

on holiday
at work
black suit
white shirt
yellow shoes
jaunty tune

seventh son
setting sun
staccato steps
loaded gun
violent silence
white teeth
bared underneath
a yellow sun

### The Fear of God

The eye of the bird drinks deep of the mountain snow,
listening to the deep slate grey of a sheer cliff face.
listen to it
without speaking.

in a red roofed temple complex filled with voices below
men hear the answers given to the prayers they know
clamouring glitzy wares and thousands of shrill voices crow.

and burdened and bowing, on a shelf on that face
the pure lily growing is as it is, it is
prostrated in fear, its head touches the stone
prayers are answered in its silence, by God's words alone.

### Traps in Spring

I.
Jif. Not honey, not cheese:
the Jif from above the canned tomatoes.
The mouse smells it through the wall
and crosses the floor in the dark
and you lie there
knowing it is crossing.

II.
The glass left a ring on the sill.
You moved the glass.
The ring stayed.

III.
March. You ate an orange over the sink,
the white threads catching under your nails,
juice running your wrist.
A body is still
flat in the wet grass.
Small.
You knew its shape before you looked.
You looked anyway.
You don’t go out.

IV.
*spring (v.) — Old English springan: to leap, burst forth, fly up;
also, to come from a source; also, what water does from the ground; also
the name we give to the season of returning; also the mechanism inside
the trap, called a torsion bar, which I looked up once: tension stored
in the metal.*

Some mornings nothing is in it.
Some mornings.

V.
I wore the silk shirt home in the middle of the day.
The taxi driver watched the road.
A man fixing a gate.
A child on a fire escape holding a cat by the armpits,
the cat’s back legs hanging.
Under the silk, still warm:
the stain already learning the fabric.

VI.
You go back to the fire escape in the afternoon.
The iron has been in the sun for hours.
You put your palm flat against it.
Then your cheek.
The woman in 4B watches from her window
and doesn’t look away.
You don’t look away either.
She goes back to whatever she was doing.
You stay.

VII.
By April the ground gives back
what the cold kept.
Fur, sometimes. A small jaw.
What came down into the dark
toward the thing that called to it,
believing that was the same
as being fed.

VIII.
The smell through the screen. Something going
in the part that was supposed to stay cold.
Mrs. Heller’s room. The overhead buzzing.
You said the answer from somewhere in the back of yourself.
*Photosynthesis.*

IX.
You bit into the pear on the walk home.
not washed, not halved,
just your teeth through the skin.
Cold. Grit. Sweet.
Your hand kept holding it until it was gone.

X.
One mousetrap.
One ring on a sill.
One silk shirt.
One body in the grass, approximate weight.
One woman in 4B.
One April.
One morning, nothing.
One morning.

Stained silk dries, stiffens.
I wear it out.
The light finds the stain.
Knows where to look.

### Squire

Stone courtyard.
Soft blade.

each dawn I carry
the sword that was my father's arm
and break bread
that is the neighbor boy's face

lessons scattered
across the training yard.
pray to learn faster
you bloody knuckle

Somewhere a horse
stands saddled in the dark,
breathing steam
that disappears.

Bright fear pools
moonlight beneath rings of mail.

Now the keep empties
man by man.

All that remains is
one dented helm,
the smell of leather,
this low drum
I cannot name
but follow
past the gate

some mothers wave
like wheat before the scythe
others turn away
they are a few small women stood together
as if the five of them were an endless tide

small body wrapped in iron
too big for what it holds:

I am eleven.
I am war.

### Kyrie Eleison

Lord have mercy.

A winter in Zadar
cruel land inbetween
home and what was promised
waiting with crackling skin
tightening around spears
and muted rags, muffled glory.

The ship was the first echo of
the simplicity of real conflict, where men died before
the holy city
the holy waters

just as quickly I was taken from that bad dream and
Palestine! Stirring     dust
spirit air                            dancing.

By the time we reached Acre
men sold
dead horses for more than living ones;
the meat, the marrow, the boiled hooves
Flemish night passes over encampments
smelling of rot and a few electric stars

Duke Leopold took command of what remained
of the Germans. What remained
was not much:
Frederick dead before he arrived, but moreso
more numbers of boys like me, and their lords,
two years
a great host of Christendom reduced
two years
to the memory of what it felt like to declare to their families:
two years or more
I must go now, for God is calling me.

I cleaned armour everyday
at first the Marquis' only but
blood is iron and so is honor    it rusts when
it is not taken care of
I learned to work with mail and plate
to ignore the smell
and
I learned the shape of Austrian men more closely
they were bloated and stiff with enough time
that I should get to the armour before
they leaked        leaking.

You may notice I do not yet speak of
the glory of combat
the    asphyxiating thrill of siege and
service in battle
it is not because I did not have my fair share of combat
and I will speak even less of how the first month I learnt
our enemies, steel, motion, celestial bodies just the same
saracen and Austrian, both children of God in face of
Alien hand which reaches through sickness into a man
death spoke flux
apathetic, not even hateful to
the last prayers that hang around a man in throes of illness,
flies,
I will not speak of how I learnt faith.

Christ have mercy.


8 June
100 ships
how many men?
hope's name
was Richard
Revelation 19:11-21
the armies of heaven.

I was not happy
I was hard and upright
a nail in the door about to be struck
but bathing in the feeling that it would finally
be delivered deep into it's glorious place.

Lionheart who fought from a litter
his hands
used to moving moving chesspieces
somehow I knew they were warm in a way
the rest of this sickness, brutal heat wasn't
Glorious sun.

We Austrians were not the sunrise
we were the sickness
you become what you eat and we had eaten
oceans of swords, death throes
tempered by our older faith or a lack of hope
tide of eagles
fly pretty boys fly.

I was there when Alberic Clement died
holding the French standard as he was stabbed on the wall
I was there when the Accursed tower finally gave way
under the weight of bodies of men, under the weight of

I was there when Austrians
those Austrians
we

tide of eagles
fly pretty boys fly

tempered by our older faith or a lack of hope
I was there
I was there when the garrison surrendered too.


July twelfth. The city opened feverishly
a wound. We walked through streets
we had stared at for months
from the wrong side of the walls,
and everything was strange and familiar,
a recurring dream
flesh
writhing flesh
it was done, my God
God do you see me?
God my father
my father
dad please

They raised the banners on the battlements.
Jerusalem's cross. The fleur-de-lis.
The three lions of England.
And then
ours - the eagle
a tide of eagles finally flying
flying overhead.
For a moment I finally understood it
as more than Leopold's colors
the flags were
our bodies at last in flight toward
our heavenly father.

I did not see who had climbed the battlements
or how the eagles had lost their wings but down from their poles
down from their battlements
down from the skies
they
landed
in the moat. The moat
where we had thrown our dead
to fill the ditch for the assault.
Sweet children with brown hair brushed to the side
eyes watching in silent purgatory
the violent stillness

some of the English laughed
many did not.

the Duke's face
I had seen him in battle,
seen him when he took his meals,
seen him when the fever took
three of his knights in a single night.
I had never seen him look like that.

there was something had been cut out of him
that he did not know he had
until it was gone.
I knew that look from    bodies
I knew that look from    my face


We are not kings. This I understand.
A duke is not a king. Austria
is not England, is not France,
we are a great many things,
the ones who hold the passes,
who guard the roads, who do
what must be done in the margins
of other men's glory
perhaps we were arrogant in
helping ourselves to a share of joy.
Austria
is not the great powers of the earth.

But we were there.
But we are God's children whose
mothers kissed our foreheads,
bled in the same dust,
ate the same rotting bread,
filled the same ditches,
watched the same walls
we had helped to break.
And
and nothing.

nothing

Austria! The name means
eastern march, the edge
of Christendom, the place
where the empire frays into the real world,
Ostmark, motherland,
Blutsbrüders who would lay down their lives
for mouthfuls of honey, for the Lord.

Lord have mercy.

The banner fell.
I saw it fall.
Lord have mercy,
I will not let it fall
twice.

### 過豐沛寄元
(Sent to Yuan, after riding past Feng village)

朔風吹三日，
江草偃難移。
深宮老天子，
對酒未傾巵。
雨霽乃出門，
騎過豐沛陲。
童子戲淺瀨，
滿手泥淋漓。
其背挺然直，
我馬立多時。
看之不能去，
既久乃旋騎。
持此書寄元，
聊報故人知。


Three days the north wind, and the reeds along the river
lay down and did not rise.
In the inner court the old emperor sits,
with his wine unpoured.

After the storm I rode out past Feng village.
In the shallows a boy was at play,
his hands full of mud, his back straight.
I sat on the horse a while and watched him,
and then I turned back.

This I send to you, Yuan, that you may know.


*not a translation, an original composition and attempt at the tang classical style. And subtlety. If you need a real hint as to what yuan should know, just think of tianming.*

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## Aesthetic gallery (25 curated images)
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Curated visual gallery at https://www.juliuschandler.com/assets/art/aesthetic/ (25 images).

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# WRITING (6 longform pieces — full text at these pages)
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- chinatarriffEVs: https://www.juliuschandler.com/writing/humanstructures-chinatarriffevs
- What the State Cannot Provide (first draft): https://www.juliuschandler.com/writing/humanstructures-what-the-state-cannot-provide-first-draft
- contructingnablac: https://www.juliuschandler.com/writing/mathematics-contructingnablac
- Münchhausen trilemma: https://www.juliuschandler.com/writing/philosophy-munchhausen-trilemma
- tnuaag: https://www.juliuschandler.com/writing/philosophy-tnuaag
- Yaakov: https://www.juliuschandler.com/writing/short-stories-yaakov