knowing where the author’s words are exactly coming from, either from his experience, or observation, imaginings, or merely, reading, that does seem to resonate deep within our minds, not because we have just begun to realize it, but because we are suddenly arrested by a feeling of familiarity that is clarified and justified and frankly, aggrandized (to the point of absurdity), is perhaps, one of the many pleasures of reading.
anthony said he has to fast nineteen days, taking on (or really, trying out) the baha’i faith. i’m supposed to give him this shariati book today but somehow did not opportune myself to do it. tomorrow then.
off to half part of part 2, then.
perkaraperkara 