Declaration of Delusion

I acknowledge my insanity

This plan is impossible.

It is too ambitious.
Too moral.
Too philosophical.
Too grounded in history.
Too demanding of introspection.
Too allergic to redlines.
Too costly to the entrenched.
Too hopeful for the traumatized.
Too realistic for the idealists.
Too idealistic for the realists.
Too Jewish for the antisemites.
Too Arab for the Zionists.
Too Muslim for the secular.
Too American for the internationalists.
Too international for the Americans.

I’m delusional.

It is delusional to believe that Palestinians and Israelis can share land, law, or life again.
Delusional to believe that the rubble of Gaza can give rise to a House of Wisdom.
Delusional to think a confederation could succeed where every statecraft project has failed.
Delusional to believe that the Temple can arise from the form of a mosque.
Delusional to suggest that peace might require land partitioning.

Delusional to believe nations can work together for the common good.
Delusional to demand sacrifice from both oppressor and oppressed.

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This plan isn’t a masterwork of statecraft.

It’s pure, ADHD, and possibly bipolar, thought vomit.

Processed and structured by AI, filtered through insomnia, obsession, and a compulsion to solve a problem that has bested better men.

It’s the brainchild of a diseased mind and pseudo-intelligent large language models—less a treaty than a transcript of post October 7th mania.

And yet, for all its disorder, it carries more clarity, courage, and coherence than any plan for the region ever created.

This is not policy born from a position of power—it’s an attempt at prophecy channeled through desperation to escape the clutches of mental illness.

Call my vision delusion.

Call me a madman.

But don’t pretend I’m not serious about the sanctity of human life.