Sufism. I had not heard about it. Or read about it. In a long time. This reminded me. Love. It is indomitable. Insatiable. Infinite. Unquenchable. Faana. A concept in Sufism. Khudi. Another idea. Both. I have read about. Looked into. They appear unreal. impracticable. Khudi is self. Faana is beyond the end. Faana. Khudi. Their idea is simple. The Self. It must sit on a high throne. Yet. It must end. As if, it never was there. The end. As if it never was. A surreal concept. An impracticable concept. Then there was Mansoor. The Al-Haaj. The one who cried, "I am truth". A blasphemous thing to say. The least. There are demons and binds along the path to this annihilation. To stop us. They please us. They promise us. Peace. Salvation. Belonging. But they all lie. Majnoon. The true lover. If you have not loved like him. You have not loved at all. Was betrayed by these. Mansoor. He passed them. Majnoon was not wrong. Mansoor was righter still. I. I want to be free. Break these binds. Travel the path of Majnoon. And beyond. To Mansoor. Or further still. Many scholars say the path of Majnoon is the path of Mansoor. Mansoor just walked further. Forget the facts. They are lies. Crafted. Drafted. The lore. The myths. They come from the hearts. They are the truth. I want to be free. Of these Bind. Of these masks. To be in love. Love. True love.