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" 'The best lack all conviction,' Reed says to a heckler, 'while the worst are full of passionate intensity'."

My curating did this to me.

Historiography.

"Some centuries after Yunus lived, a collection of his songs came into the hands of a certain orthodox and narrow-minded cleric by the name of Mullah Kasim. This Mullah Kasim sat himself down on the bank of a stream and began to read Yunus's lyrics. Reading through song after song, the Mullah could be heard to mutter the word 'blasphemy,' crumpling that particular page and throwing it into the stream. Unfortunately, he had gone through about two-thirds of the collection before he read the line in which Yunus reminds himself, 'Speak truly, for one day a Mullah Kasim will judge you.'

At that point the Mullah stopped discarding pages. The lyrics that were not cast upon the waters comprise what we know of Eunus's work today." --introduction to Helminski & Algan's translation of Yunus Emre, The Drop that Became the Sea (1989)

Alien Colors of Life