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This is a book, but it is not the real book. Your name is your name, but the names of things are not real. The book contains all books, and writes many times as many, but it does not run out. In origin, you are nameless. The real book is what you live. Your self is a living line, and the first self is the writer of the real book, the door to all things .

The material of imagination is greater than imagination, meaning is greater than language, words and ideas try to convey the crumbs of the whole, that whole is vast, due to its vastness it is impossible to depict it in words, above imaginations there is a greater imagination, above languages and tongues there is a language and tongue greater, there the knower and the poet learn .

The important thing is done by the soul, and the decisive thing is in the heart, even without the mind realizing it. The mind later realizes that the soul has done its work, and the heart has ordered it .

I dedicate this work, first and last, to all those I love, especially my brother Sultan, my sister Fatima, my daughters Hoda, Hurriya, and Wujud, my sons Rushd, and the new generations of Arabic readers in this era when we are most in need of profound wisdom .