“Only those who have kept vigil through the night are granted the dawn.

Camel—with sand-scoured eyes, behold the horizon breaking into light.

Driven by the wind, a new day flies in.

Rise. Let us go again.

The desert growls once more in its belly.

For now, I have neither sword nor Scripture.
Scripture does not teach the way.

The road—it lies behind the steps we take.

With steps from which not a single stride may be omitted,
and yet you and I are walking into the blue vastness of ninety thousand li.

For I am you.

We are the Self.

It is the constellation in the map of our own hearts that has led us this far.”