Philosophy of Death | Cultural Revolution | Sacred Revival
A Journey into Eternity:
How One Idea Can Restore What Humanity Has Lost
The story of a philosopher who rebelled against cultural forgetting and created a concept capable of transforming how people meet death
A Journey into Eternity:
How One Philosophy Transforms Our Understanding of Death
When death was an art, not a taboo. How the twentieth century stole from us the grandeur of life's end, and how one man is trying to return it.
In this material, we explore a history that spans from ancient Egyptian burials and medieval Ars moriendi to the contemporary era of oblivion. A story about how culture lost death, and how philosopher-designer Iskandar Kadyrov is creating the concept of "A Journey into Eternity" — not simply a new perspective on funerals, but a complete reconceptualization of humanity's relationship with the finitude of life.
Here you will find answers to questions most people fear to ask: Can death be beautiful? Why do we fear death more than ever before? How can aesthetics and consciousness heal the cultural trauma of the twentieth century? And most importantly — why this matters for each of us.
This is a story about return to wholeness, about restoration of the sacred in an era that has forgotten it, and about how one beautiful idea can begin to change the world.
Here you will find answers to questions most people fear to ask: Can death be beautiful? Why do we fear death more than ever before? How can aesthetics and consciousness heal the cultural trauma of the twentieth century? And most importantly — why this matters for each of us.
This is a story about return to wholeness, about restoration of the sacred in an era that has forgotten it, and about how one beautiful idea can begin to change the world.
Prologue
The Death We Lost
Once, death was an art. Not metaphorically, but literally — it was a craft, a discipline, a calling. In ancient times, there were masters of burial, artists of death, people whose mission was to transform the end of life into the greatest spectacle. Egyptians prepared the dead for the journey to the afterlife over months. Every step was symbolic, every object in the tomb carried meaning. This was not a display of wealth; it was wisdom, clothed in gold and lapis lazuli.
In the Middle Ages, European culture preserved this understanding. Ars moriendi — the art of dying — was a respected discipline. People meditated on death, prepared themselves for it as one prepares for a long journey. When death arrived, a person met it not in panic but in consciousness. Cemeteries were sacred places where people did not fear to go. Where they prayed, meditated, spent time in contemplation of eternity.
Then something strange and terrible happened — something we still do not fully comprehend. Death disappeared.
Not physically, of course. People continued to die. But death vanished from culture, from language, from the spiritual life of society. It became something indecent, something one does not discuss in polite company. Something to hide, to sweep under the rug, to forget.
In the Middle Ages, European culture preserved this understanding. Ars moriendi — the art of dying — was a respected discipline. People meditated on death, prepared themselves for it as one prepares for a long journey. When death arrived, a person met it not in panic but in consciousness. Cemeteries were sacred places where people did not fear to go. Where they prayed, meditated, spent time in contemplation of eternity.
Then something strange and terrible happened — something we still do not fully comprehend. Death disappeared.
Not physically, of course. People continued to die. But death vanished from culture, from language, from the spiritual life of society. It became something indecent, something one does not discuss in polite company. Something to hide, to sweep under the rug, to forget.
How Death Became Corporate Commodity
This happened gradually, but accelerated with the arrival of industrial capitalism. Death, which once was ritual, mystery, private sacrament, transformed into a service. Into merchandise.
The funeral industry was not born from respect for the dead. It was born from a desire to profit from the inevitable. In the West, funerals became a business where death is simply another way to earn money. A coffin becomes merchandise, its quality dependent on price, its beauty dependent on spending power.
In Russia, something even more cruel occurred. After the Revolution, death was politically neutralized. If the Church gave it meaning, spiritual dimension, connection to eternity, the Soviet state took this away. Death became a pure biological fact. Nothing sacred. Nothing beautiful. Simply — an end. Red coffins, impersonal cemeteries, absence of ritual.
And when the Soviet Union collapsed, Russia was left with this emptiness. The funeral industry did not evolve. The culture of death remained frozen somewhere between Soviet denial and Western commodification. People simply forgot that death was once something more than a mechanical process. Forgot that it could be beautiful.
And so, in this emptiness, in this forgetting, where the Western world was turning death into merchandise and Russian culture was simply denying it, something unexpected happened. A man appeared who refused to accept this state of affairs.
The funeral industry was not born from respect for the dead. It was born from a desire to profit from the inevitable. In the West, funerals became a business where death is simply another way to earn money. A coffin becomes merchandise, its quality dependent on price, its beauty dependent on spending power.
In Russia, something even more cruel occurred. After the Revolution, death was politically neutralized. If the Church gave it meaning, spiritual dimension, connection to eternity, the Soviet state took this away. Death became a pure biological fact. Nothing sacred. Nothing beautiful. Simply — an end. Red coffins, impersonal cemeteries, absence of ritual.
And when the Soviet Union collapsed, Russia was left with this emptiness. The funeral industry did not evolve. The culture of death remained frozen somewhere between Soviet denial and Western commodification. People simply forgot that death was once something more than a mechanical process. Forgot that it could be beautiful.
And so, in this emptiness, in this forgetting, where the Western world was turning death into merchandise and Russian culture was simply denying it, something unexpected happened. A man appeared who refused to accept this state of affairs.
The Awakening:
The Day Everything Changed
A few years ago, an order came. An ordinary order, it seemed. But actually — a turning point, a moment after which there was no return.
A young woman. She had completed theater school. She dreamed of becoming an actress. Her dream was not to be realized. Instead, she faced a journey that awaits everyone but which people prefer to avoid. An incurable illness. Time was counted in days and hours.
Her father, who loved this young woman more than life itself, made a call. He said: I want to give my daughter what I owe her. I want to give her a performance. Her first and last show.
This was a question about beauty, hidden in words about a funeral. This was a demand to rebel against grayness, against impersonality, against what society tells us death should be.
The man who received this order was not simply taking on a job. He saw in it a glimpse of something forgotten, some ancient truth that humanity had lost but which still glowed in the hearts of people willing to spend their last resources to make parting beautiful.
His name is Iskandar Kadyrov.
A young woman. She had completed theater school. She dreamed of becoming an actress. Her dream was not to be realized. Instead, she faced a journey that awaits everyone but which people prefer to avoid. An incurable illness. Time was counted in days and hours.
Her father, who loved this young woman more than life itself, made a call. He said: I want to give my daughter what I owe her. I want to give her a performance. Her first and last show.
This was a question about beauty, hidden in words about a funeral. This was a demand to rebel against grayness, against impersonality, against what society tells us death should be.
The man who received this order was not simply taking on a job. He saw in it a glimpse of something forgotten, some ancient truth that humanity had lost but which still glowed in the hearts of people willing to spend their last resources to make parting beautiful.
His name is Iskandar Kadyrov.
The Quest: Searching for the Lost Code
After this order, Kadyrov could not return to ordinary life. He began searching. Searching for answers to questions most people fear to ask: How did people in different ages and cultures relate to death? Why was death once sacred, and now it is something shameful to discuss? Could we restore death to its former greatness?
He traveled around the world. Italian cemeteries where graves look like chapels, like artistic compositions. European parks of the dead where people walk to meditate like in sanctuaries. Asian rituals where death is not an ending but a transformation, a transition to another state. American cemeteries where each monument is someone's story, someone's reflection.
And everywhere he saw one truth: where there is beauty, there is acceptance. Where beauty has disappeared, horror arrives.
In Russia, he saw cemeteries that look like prisons for the dead. Crooked fences, strange colors, absence of order and meaning. A visual expression of cultural forgetting. Cemeteries that people fear to visit. This was not accidental. It was the result of deliberate destruction of a cultural code.
But Kadyrov also found old cemeteries, pre-revolutionary ones, still living according to ancient laws of beauty. Vaults that looked like architectural masterpieces. Monuments that spoke of life, not death. This was the past that seemed irretrievably lost but which still breathed somewhere beneath the rubble of history.
And then he understood the essential truth. What people did to death in the twentieth century was not simply a cultural mistake. It was a cruel, conscious mutation of consciousness. A method of control. A way to make people more obedient by killing in them, not physically but culturally, the relationship to death as something eternal, spiritual, transcending the material world.
He traveled around the world. Italian cemeteries where graves look like chapels, like artistic compositions. European parks of the dead where people walk to meditate like in sanctuaries. Asian rituals where death is not an ending but a transformation, a transition to another state. American cemeteries where each monument is someone's story, someone's reflection.
And everywhere he saw one truth: where there is beauty, there is acceptance. Where beauty has disappeared, horror arrives.
In Russia, he saw cemeteries that look like prisons for the dead. Crooked fences, strange colors, absence of order and meaning. A visual expression of cultural forgetting. Cemeteries that people fear to visit. This was not accidental. It was the result of deliberate destruction of a cultural code.
But Kadyrov also found old cemeteries, pre-revolutionary ones, still living according to ancient laws of beauty. Vaults that looked like architectural masterpieces. Monuments that spoke of life, not death. This was the past that seemed irretrievably lost but which still breathed somewhere beneath the rubble of history.
And then he understood the essential truth. What people did to death in the twentieth century was not simply a cultural mistake. It was a cruel, conscious mutation of consciousness. A method of control. A way to make people more obedient by killing in them, not physically but culturally, the relationship to death as something eternal, spiritual, transcending the material world.
Philosophy:
A Journey into Eternity as Return
to Truth
From these investigations, from this painful immersion into the history of death, an idea was born. Not simply an idea. A concept. A way of seeing reality that restores what was lost, but dresses it in the language of modernity.
A Journey into Eternity
Three words containing an entire cosmos of understanding.
Because Kadyrov understood: death is not an ending. It never was an ending. A person who believes death is the end lives in fear. A person who understands that death is a transition lives in meaning.
This is not a religious claim, although it coincides with the deepest layers of all great religions. It is an understanding that traces back to the most ancient knowledge of humanity. To Hermeticism, to Buddhism, to shamanic traditions, to Kabbalah, to Neoplatonism. Everywhere the same idea: the soul travels. The body is merely an instrument, merely a temporary dwelling. When the body is destroyed, the journey continues.
When you encounter this understanding not intellectually but deeply, at the level of being, everything changes. You stop fearing death. Not because you become mad or indifferent. But because you begin to understand reality as it truly is.
And if death is a journey, then it deserves preparation. Respect. Beauty. The same attention we give to any important journey in life.
Remember: how do you prepare for a journey? You choose the right things, the right clothes, the right preparation. You think through the details. You do this with attention and love because you understand: this journey is important.
Why then should the greatest journey — the journey to eternity — be treated as something shameful that must be ended as quickly as possible?
Here lies the entire revolution of Kadyrov.
A Journey into Eternity
Three words containing an entire cosmos of understanding.
Because Kadyrov understood: death is not an ending. It never was an ending. A person who believes death is the end lives in fear. A person who understands that death is a transition lives in meaning.
This is not a religious claim, although it coincides with the deepest layers of all great religions. It is an understanding that traces back to the most ancient knowledge of humanity. To Hermeticism, to Buddhism, to shamanic traditions, to Kabbalah, to Neoplatonism. Everywhere the same idea: the soul travels. The body is merely an instrument, merely a temporary dwelling. When the body is destroyed, the journey continues.
When you encounter this understanding not intellectually but deeply, at the level of being, everything changes. You stop fearing death. Not because you become mad or indifferent. But because you begin to understand reality as it truly is.
And if death is a journey, then it deserves preparation. Respect. Beauty. The same attention we give to any important journey in life.
Remember: how do you prepare for a journey? You choose the right things, the right clothes, the right preparation. You think through the details. You do this with attention and love because you understand: this journey is important.
Why then should the greatest journey — the journey to eternity — be treated as something shameful that must be ended as quickly as possible?
Here lies the entire revolution of Kadyrov.
Three Aspects of the Philosophy
First aspect: Death as a natural life stage
Funerals, says Kadyrov, are the same as birth and marriage. These are life events. Events that no one can avoid. And if we celebrate birth with joy, if we celebrated marriages as great events, why should death be hidden in shadow?
This is not a philosophical puzzle. It is a question of honesty with reality. A choice: live in denial or in acceptance. Live in fear or in consciousness.
When a person understands that death is not an enemy but part of the natural cycle, just like the changing seasons, like tides, like the birth and death of stars, their consciousness transforms. They no longer expend energy denying the inevitable. They invest that energy in meaning, in beauty, in the genuine.
Second aspect: Aesthetics as the language of the subconscious
But philosophy without form remains a cloud of words. Kadyrov understands this. And therefore he invests in aesthetics.
Beauty is not decoration. Beauty is language in which one's deepest self speaks to you. When you see a beautiful cemetery, a beautiful monument, a beautiful capsule, your subconscious receives a message: this is important, this is worthy, this is part of greatness.
Kadyrov restores what the twentieth century destroyed. He restores the aesthetics of death. He returns to it the language of beauty.
This is not the same as Western funeral industry commerce, which uses beauty to sell. This is the use of beauty as spiritual medicine. As a way to heal cultural trauma.
Third aspect: Consciousness as spiritual discipline
In the West, there is already a practice: people in their twenties go to a notary and formalize their wishes about their own funerals. This is considered normal and responsible.
In other parts of the world, this still sounds strange. But precisely in this strangeness lies the greatness of the idea. When you begin to think about your own death not at eighty years old, when it is already too late, but in youth, you begin to live differently.
This is called consciousness. It means you do not live in the illusion of infinity but understand that your time is limited. And precisely this limitation gives life weight, significance, beauty.
The Esoteric Layer: The Capsule as a Ship Between Worlds
Behind the words A Journey into Eternity lies an ancient esoteric code that Kadyrov has recovered and actualized.
In ancient cultures, death was understood as navigation. Egyptian pharaohs departed in boats. Vikings were cremated in ships. Shamans knew of the vessels that carry the soul across the boundaries of worlds.
Why a ship? Because a ship is not merely an object; it is a metaphor. A ship is what carries you through the unknown. A ship is the boundary between two worlds. A ship is the instrument of transformation.
The Voyager Coffin capsule is not a container for the body. It is a ship. It is the return to ancient understanding, dressed in contemporary design. When you choose a capsule for your journey, you are not choosing a coffin. You are choosing a vessel in which your soul will sail across the boundaries of worlds.
The name Voyager — traveler, wanderer, seeker — is not accidental. It is a declaration of cosmic meaning: you are a traveler. Your life is a journey. And death is not the end of the journey; it is its transformation.
From Philosophy to Manifestation:
Birth of a New Ritual
All this understanding would have remained abstract if Kadyrov had not decided to materialize it. If he had not created the tools through which philosophy becomes life.
Voyager Coffin is the visible part of the iceberg. These are capsules made of biodegradable material, perfect in design, each individually developed like a work of art. This is the restoration of a craft forgotten by the twentieth century. This is the return of the idea that death is a subject of creation.
But even more important are the ritual services. Here Kadyrov does what seemed impossible: he restores Ars moriendi for modernity. Each farewell is a work of art. A minimum of 90 days for preparation. Each detail is symbolic. Each element has meaning.
This is not the rush, the frenzy of Western funeral industry commerce. This is slowness, attentiveness, love. Like painting an icon or composing a symphony.
Voyager Coffin is the visible part of the iceberg. These are capsules made of biodegradable material, perfect in design, each individually developed like a work of art. This is the restoration of a craft forgotten by the twentieth century. This is the return of the idea that death is a subject of creation.
But even more important are the ritual services. Here Kadyrov does what seemed impossible: he restores Ars moriendi for modernity. Each farewell is a work of art. A minimum of 90 days for preparation. Each detail is symbolic. Each element has meaning.
This is not the rush, the frenzy of Western funeral industry commerce. This is slowness, attentiveness, love. Like painting an icon or composing a symphony.
Why It Works: Psychology of Transformation
When people first encounter Kadyrov's idea, they laugh. They might even be frightened. This is natural. They encounter a forbidden topic, formulated beautifully. This creates cognitive dissonance.
But then something shifts. People return. They show it to friends. They begin to discuss. And in this discussion, transformation of consciousness is already happening.
Even if a person never orders a capsule, they have already changed. They have already asked themselves: could death be beautiful? They have already allowed into their consciousness a thought that society tries to suppress.
This is how cultural revolution works. Not through violence, but through beauty. Not through coercion, but through inspiration. One person, one question, one beautiful idea — and consciousness begins to change.
But then something shifts. People return. They show it to friends. They begin to discuss. And in this discussion, transformation of consciousness is already happening.
Even if a person never orders a capsule, they have already changed. They have already asked themselves: could death be beautiful? They have already allowed into their consciousness a thought that society tries to suppress.
This is how cultural revolution works. Not through violence, but through beauty. Not through coercion, but through inspiration. One person, one question, one beautiful idea — and consciousness begins to change.
The Mission:
Healing Cultural Trauma
At the deepest level, what Kadyrov does is healing. Healing of the cultural trauma that the twentieth century inflicted on our relationship with death.
For thousands of years, death was an integral part of human spiritual life. It was a teacher, an initiation, a boundary between the material and spiritual worlds.
Then the twentieth century arrives and says: forget about it. Forget about eternity. Forget about the sacred. Remember only the material. Money. Power. What you can touch.
And people forget. But the trauma remains. This is why death in modern society is surrounded by such fear and denial. It is not natural fear of the unknown. It is neurosis caused by cultural repression.
Kadyrov offers healing. He says: death should not be a forbidden topic. It should be a sacred event to which we prepare ourselves, which we format with beautiful rituals, which we meet with dignity.
Significance for Humanity:
Return to Wholeness
If this were simply a good business project, if it were merely beautiful capsules, it would have limited significance. But it is not.
What Kadyrov does is an attempt to restore wholeness to human consciousness. Consciousness that the twentieth century tore apart, dividing it into material and spiritual, visible and invisible, life and death.
Complete human consciousness understands that life and death are not opposites; they are parts of one whole. That death is not an enemy of life but its completion, its culmination, its meaning.
When a person restores this understanding, they are healed. They stop living in fear. They begin living in meaning. They invest their life not in accumulation but in beauty, in the genuine, in the eternal.
And when such a person meets their own death, they meet not tragedy but completion. A journey that finally comes to an end — but to an end that is beautiful, conscious, worthy.
What Kadyrov does is an attempt to restore wholeness to human consciousness. Consciousness that the twentieth century tore apart, dividing it into material and spiritual, visible and invisible, life and death.
Complete human consciousness understands that life and death are not opposites; they are parts of one whole. That death is not an enemy of life but its completion, its culmination, its meaning.
When a person restores this understanding, they are healed. They stop living in fear. They begin living in meaning. They invest their life not in accumulation but in beauty, in the genuine, in the eternal.
And when such a person meets their own death, they meet not tragedy but completion. A journey that finally comes to an end — but to an end that is beautiful, conscious, worthy.
Epilogue
A Story That Is Only Beginning
This is a story about how one person's pain — the pain of a young woman who did not become an actress — became the beginning of a new epoch. An epoch in which death restores its place in culture. An epoch in which beauty returns to where grayness once reigned.
This is a story about how an idea, once natural, then suppressed by the twentieth century, is now being reborn in a form adequate to modernity.
This is a story about how one person can change the cultural code of their society. Not through politics, not through violence. But through beauty, through art, through restoration of what was forgotten.
And this story is only beginning. Because an idea, once expressed in beautiful words and manifested in beautiful forms, cannot be stopped. It will spread like ripples on water. It will transform human consciousness. It will return to humanity what it has lost.
A Journey into Eternity is not simply a philosophy of funerals. It is a return to the wholeness of human consciousness. It is healing the trauma of the twentieth century. It is bringing light back to a place where darkness once reigned.
And this is only the beginning.
This is a story about how an idea, once natural, then suppressed by the twentieth century, is now being reborn in a form adequate to modernity.
This is a story about how one person can change the cultural code of their society. Not through politics, not through violence. But through beauty, through art, through restoration of what was forgotten.
And this story is only beginning. Because an idea, once expressed in beautiful words and manifested in beautiful forms, cannot be stopped. It will spread like ripples on water. It will transform human consciousness. It will return to humanity what it has lost.
A Journey into Eternity is not simply a philosophy of funerals. It is a return to the wholeness of human consciousness. It is healing the trauma of the twentieth century. It is bringing light back to a place where darkness once reigned.
And this is only the beginning.
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