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Don't let them.

When they can't hear a sound until it's written in their only language. As though we didn't come from the Mount of Mesopotamia and as if our ancestors did not build pyramids everywhere. Shoo.

Don't let them make you tell them where mathematics came from or what a womb is.

Keep your eyes on the constellations.

Illustrate nothing with these descartian crayons they hand you.

Do not allow them to confine you to spaces they call galleries.

They know nothing of contemplation, ALIF.

Of circling a cube seven times, that is and was before time

and known the power of sacred annihilation.

Seven.

Sister.

Don't you dare translate the sound.

We.

Disciples of the Indivisible meet at The Temple.