Just got back from the swamps, haven't seen a soul for five days. Absolutely still and quiet out there, even to make a noise with the paddle feels like some kind of sacrilege. You can't help feeling awe and reverence, and a natural urge to express some kind of ritual of appreciation.
It feels like heaven, and I keep thinking how ridiculous Mohammed would be out here, with his gold, and his rich silk brocade.
I had gardens, streams, fruit and all that. The only thing that could make it better would be a loved one to reflect it all back to you, so you both share two of everything.
There are no such sentiments in the koran, though, and it makes me wonder.
How does THIS
get perverted into THIS?
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