I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.

I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.

I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.

Idle man, chases after fairy tales.

The soul is here for its own joy.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.