It is a burden to see in all hours of the day; “I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.”
I spend not a holy second on the conceptualizations of the fantastical — for what has now become real in this aperture was once fantastical; it shall all come to pass, whether one desires or not.
There is nothing so debased as wishing to “Islamize” or “Christianize” a domain of knowledge — the mighty Lord is not in need of trifling attempts at rescuing the Spirit.
Caelestis-terrena civitas.
If one’s time is at an end, so be it; it is all quite acceptable.
The blessing of modernity broke the staleness of the past — praise the One who lit the sky bright.
I hear the waves of the ocean while it lies a thousand miles away.
And the voice refracted from the One said unto thee: hold fast to the braided ropes of the circle.
For any colonized state, it is vital to bury the bureaucracy in favor of fluid politics.
If there is no I, there is no subject of suffering.
I would be insulting myself by speaking of what ought not be spoken.
Conspiratorial thinking increases in dysfunctional states because the residents, being human individuals, and in possession of some semblance of a primordial disposition, cannot believe that human failure can be so widespread as to produce such states.
Sectarianism is not a defense of the boundaries of tradition — it is ego and folly, the circus of life: for the mighty Lord has no need of protection from man.
One must treat death and the dead with a great deal of sobriety, omnibus in casibus, regardless of the variables of identity, deeds, and such.
Every epoch needs a new villain to help draw collective morality’s attention onto it.
Do it proper, with honor and dignity. Steal not from yourself, and remember that “I will not steal my victory.”
Now, suggestion, not conviction, is de rigueur.
There is no such “thing” as “modern” — one must not confuse “thing-ness” with manifestations in nodal time.
Torheit: the pursuit of purity.
جو تھا، اب شے نہیں—
نہ خلا، بلکہ عدم۔
ظہور میں انفصال محض؛ وجود میں عین وصال۔
To presume so much from so little is either a blessing of human creativity or a curse of human disquiet, prout res aut humanum agendi genus fert.
Beyond a point, encrushment transforms from a state to an essence, interpenetrating all of being.
Grace is the portion only of him who knows how to uphold and tend to man.
Rip apart the nation, carve it open from the ground up, to let a new republic live.
I know that there is grass sprouting from the cracked soil.
I have an unreserved love for the sugar ant; hence, it is of utmost importance to not sweep the floor daily.
The immediate cognition of totality turned into proposition is grating.
The Lord is not in need of anything.
Holy-material.
The One arranged for the sky to be lit on fire and wrought in braided iron, and yet one thinks so little of the One.
In the sky are images that crash into one another, only to become everything and nothing all at once.
I am alive now, and those who have passed away are not.
There is no need for belief, once knowledge has been achieved, and to erect an artificial divide between the two where it is unjustified does not refute this.
To insist on the possibility of knowing the One is antithetical to one’s state as the dominated.
There are no birds near me and yet I hear their singsongs in my ear.
If the Quranic structure is understood and demonstrated as primarily optimistic, in the sense of orientation, then modernity can be molded into beauty.
If your body were ripped apart for there to be no-sense perception left, effected not by privation but by its abundance, so abundant as to saturate your sense-receptors, you would have no body, and your perception would, at least momentarily, disintegrate into the movement of Being — the Sun seen too bright burns the eye.
Divinity interpenetrates all material.
No terribly creative philosophical theology is possible without a proper apprehension of the advances in natural philosophy.
Certain moderns diagnosing civilizational ruin as a result of poor theology sought to find in the new sciences the roots of a method to a proper free-will, but it was to come to naught.
The individual has to be properly emanated for there to be a break in the strictures of thought and language — there is a clouded haze that prevents the discernments from melting into wholeness at the present.