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Thrust of argument: The Materials of the Locality

IBN ASWAD visited the Tekkia of Sheikh Halim Unwani in Syria and was much impressed by the extent and dignity of the place, the numbers of servants and the plenitude of disciples.

Sheikh Halim was, however, absent, and Aswad followed him to North Africa, where he had settled for a number of years to spread the Teaching there.

In Morocco he found Halim living in a small house, with a mere shed outside for the exercises. His pupils numbered no more than a handful, and his clothes were of the simplest kind.

Aswad was perplexed and, taking Halim's closest associate, Mustafa Mahjub, aside, he asked him:

'Why does the Sheikh not bring people and wealth from Aleppo and Damascus, and show these people of Africa that he is a man of substance? Why does he not bring droves of disciples from the East, and carpets and workmen, and make a fitting audience-hall?'

Mahjub laughed, and then he said:

'Our gold is not the same as their gold, as our tongue sounds different from their tongue. Do you not see how our Sheikh talks and dresses like a man of the locality? The crops of the locality, the houses of the locality come from the materials of the locality.'

* * *

Better to quarrel with a friend than to support enemies.

Proverb

The Dermis Probe
Direction of resistance / implied resistance: Mathematics is a language plus reasoning; it is like a language plus logic. Mathematics is a tool for reasoning. (Feynman)

 

 

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Removal of resistance: << Better that ten guilty men should go free than one who is not guilty should be convicted.

For to convict the innocent is to spit in the face of justice. >> (Rumpole and the Golden Thread).
Unification: <<

There's more to this feeling than a differing mind to anatomy

On my own who's going to hold me?

A burning heart lifts me up to my life

I can't run from the truth and I won't try

'Cause it wouldn't matter who you were in this world

There's nothing on earth that we can't change

But on the inside I could never be the same

Come into the garden

Baby

Oh

You've got to come on in

Come into the secret garden

We're changing the way we're made

And in our own eyes

We're going to move the mountain

So how do you see me now? Can you see me?

Don't butter me up and tell me lies

I've seen the black and white coloured in your eyes

But trapped in a cage is not the place

You can leave me or cover it up to ease your mind

In this confusion I can always see the light

into the garden

Come into the garden

Baby

Oh

Come on in

Come into the secret garden

We're changing the way we're made

And in our own eyes

We're going to move the mountain

>>

Songwriters: Carol Ann Decker / Ronald Phillip Rogers
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No man is an island.

The Materials of the Locality

IBN ASWAD visited the Tekkia of Sheikh Halim Unwani in Syria and was much impressed by the extent and dignity of the place, the numbers of servants and the plenitude of disciples.

Sheikh Halim was, however, absent, and Aswad followed him to North Africa, where he had settled for a number of years to spread the Teaching there.

In Morocco he found Halim living in a small house, with a mere shed outside for the exercises. His pupils numbered no more than a handful, and his clothes were of the simplest kind.

Aswad was perplexed and, taking Halim's closest associate, Mustafa Mahjub, aside, he asked him:

'Why does the Sheikh not bring people and wealth from Aleppo and Damascus, and show these people of Africa that he is a man of substance? Why does he not bring droves of disciples from the East, and carpets and workmen, and make a fitting audience-hall?'

Mahjub laughed, and then he said:

'Our gold is not the same as their gold, as our tongue sounds different from their tongue. Do you not see how our Sheikh talks and dresses like a man of the locality? The crops of the locality, the houses of the locality come from the materials of the locality.'

* * *

Better to quarrel with a friend than to support enemies.

Proverb

The Dermis Probe

Mathematics is a language plus reasoning; it is like a language plus logic. Mathematics is a tool for reasoning. (Feynman)

<< Better that ten guilty men should go free than one who is not guilty should be convicted.

For to convict the innocent is to spit in the face of justice. >> (Rumpole and the Golden Thread).

<<

There's more to this feeling than a differing mind to anatomy

On my own who's going to hold me?

A burning heart lifts me up to my life

I can't run from the truth and I won't try

'Cause it wouldn't matter who you were in this world

There's nothing on earth that we can't change

But on the inside I could never be the same

Come into the garden

Baby

Oh

You've got to come on in

Come into the secret garden

We're changing the way we're made

And in our own eyes

We're going to move the mountain

So how do you see me now? Can you see me?

Don't butter me up and tell me lies

I've seen the black and white coloured in your eyes

But trapped in a cage is not the place

You can leave me or cover it up to ease your mind

In this confusion I can always see the light

into the garden

Come into the garden

Baby

Oh

Come on in

Come into the secret garden

We're changing the way we're made

And in our own eyes

We're going to move the mountain

>>

Songwriters: Carol Ann Decker / Ronald Phillip Rogers



Paperback, eBook, audiobook and free online book, here: http://idriesshahfoundation.org/books/the-dermis-probe/