Welcome to the Cosmos. Let's Get Lost.
Hey there, I'm Ben Salvati.
I’ve never been particularly interested in fitting neatly into things. “Normal” has always sounded less like a compliment and more like a warning sign.
Most of my days are spent in structured spaces: meetings, deadlines, systems, routines. But outside of that, my mind drifts somewhere much older and far less orderly. Toward mythology, symbolism, strange stories, late-night skies, and all the questions that don’t have clean answers.
I write, build worlds, make art, create immersive 3D spaces, and disappear into fantasy stories that feel more honest than reality sometimes does. Creativity, for me, isn’t a hobby. It’s how I make sense of things.
I am, first and foremost, a Storyteller.
And just to set expectations: I’m not here to pretend I’ve unlocked the secrets of the universe. I don’t have a perfectly curated spiritual philosophy or a five-step path to enlightenment.
I’m just someone who’s spent a lifetime looking up at the stars, studying old myths, pulling Tarot cards, and trying to understand why something as vast as the universe can still feel strangely intimate.
On Faith, Physics, and the Unnamable
If you ask me what I believe, I’ll tell you that every religion, myth, and spiritual practice in human history is just us trying to translate an infinite Universe into finite human dialects.
Think of it like language. Portuguese has a lua, English has the moon. Neither word is the glowing rock hanging in the night sky, and neither is "more correct" than the other. They are simply sounds we make to point at the same breathtaking reality.
I don't look at the Greek pantheon, or any ancient deities, as literal beings sitting on cloud-wrapped thrones pulling cosmic levers. To me, much like Jung suggested with his archetypes, the gods are personifications of nature, the living architecture of the human psyche, and the timeless patterns of the cosmos made digestible for our story-hungry minds.
And yet, you’ll still find me pulling Tarot cards, lighting candles, or tending a small, quiet altar.
Not because of dogma, and not because I expect a bearded figure in the sky to grant a wish. I do it because creating a moment of ritual forces us to slow down. It creates a pocket of space in a noisy world to practice awe, to reflect on where we are, and to simply be. You don't need a church to experience the sacred, just a willingness to pay attention.
The magic of the world isn’t a human-like conscience far away, micro-managing our lives. The real mystery is much simpler, and far more profound: it’s the exact same energy that powers collapsing stars, keeps this planet spinning, and ignites our own will to love, build, and create.
Science tells us that every atom in our bodies was forged in the hearts of ancient stars, exploded outward from one impossibly small, shared moment in time. We aren’t separate from the universe, standing outside looking in. We are it. And if that isn't the purest form of magic, I don't know what is.
Why Salvati Soul?
In Italian, Salvati means "save yourself." In Latin, it speaks to being made safe or whole.
I think the ultimate human plot twist is that we have to do both, and we can't do it in a vacuum. We have to brave the unknown on our own two feet, sure.
But true safety and wisdom come from a holy trinity of connection:
- Trusting in ourselves to walk our own path.
- Tuning into something greater (like the ancient myths left behind as anchors).
- Leaning into one another. Human connection is everything. We are mirrors for each other, and we have an immense amount to teach one another if we just stop to listen.
This space is a blend of philosophy, human connection, and a healthy dose of absurdism. It's an open invitation for anyone who has ever felt a flash of transcendence without having the words for it. It's for the people who stop to marvel at the changing of the seasons and find themselves asking the big questions.
We are all floating on a rock in the middle of a beautiful, chaotic universe with an ancient story. We might as well navigate the mystery, learn from each other, and be lost together.
A Few Absurd Realities About Me:
- The Sacred Ritual: Morning coffee by the window. If the world ends, please let it happen after I've finished my cup.
- The Comfort Watch: Cinderella (2015). Because sometimes a hyper-independent soul just needs to “Be kind, have courage, and always believe in a little magic.”
- The Toolkit: Astrology, Tarot, 3D art, fantasy worldbuilding, and a refusal to take life too seriously.{alertInfo}
Pull up a chair. Let's find some wisdom in the chaos.
