allahu.cipher

His is a fearsome face, sharp and disfigured, rocks assembled to conceal the absence of god, while we terrified monkeys flee to His stony skirt, clutching at its substantiality, even as an all-consuming hidden hole opens just on the other side. He loomed here long before I became aware, I just a blind protrusion of mud and shale, a tiny diversion from this shard of eternity wedged like a mother ship in Illyrian soil. He did not descend here for me, not even for the whole of humanity. He abides here for the multitudes of a grander species, whose laments and rejoicings seep through our meagre thoughts and dreams, congealing into our gauzy revelations and frail sciences, each and every word of them pointing upward to His summit.