Let Alexandria burn; symbols are not bodies

We are taught to mourn Alexandria as a civilizational wound, a moment when something irreplaceable was lost and never quite recovered. The story is familiar enough to feel unquestionable. There was a place where the world’s knowledge was gathered and wisdom was accumulated to be safeguarded, and when it burned, humanity itself was diminished. From this image we draw a moral that seems obvious and is, therefore, rarely examined. Knowledge is fragile, preservation is virtuous, forgetting is dangerous, and destruction, even accidental, is akin to barbarism. The lesson settles in early and quietly, until it no longer sounds like an argument at all but a reflex, something that activates whenever loss is mentioned, the past loosens its hold on the present, or memory threatens to slip.