The secret to oneiric illumination is patience. Limbo, while reviled by the Church for being neither Above nor Below, is a perpetual state of indecision. We float. We drift. We wander. That is the natural course of our evolution. We were not ready for Heaven when it was made. We are not worthy of Hell. We live out our lives in-between. We are the point around which the universe turns—the dot that defines the line, the plane, the sphere. We are living geometry, and all time and space collapses through us in infinite density. And yet, we are weightless and formless.

We must have patience.

(From a fragment of a letter written by Safiq Al-Kahir to an unknown recipient. Whether Safiq Al-Kahir is referencing his own exile or the recipient's is also undetermined. [ed.])