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Ibn `Arabî goes on to describe his meeting with Ibn Rushd as follows:
He said to me, “Yes.” I replied, “Yes,” and his joy in me increased. When I perceived why he had become happy, I said, “No.” He became constricted, his color changed, and he began to doubt himself.
He asked, “How have you found the situation in unveiling and the divine effusion? Is it the same as is given to us by rational consideration?” I replied, “Yes and no. Between the yes and the no spirits fly from their matter and heads from their bodies.”[1]

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Kalbimin yerinden fırlayası var
bir de el var demirden, abanmış.
Kafesinde dum dum.
Yaylı somyayı bürüm bürüm basan
koca bir göt gibi;
agır, yerinden kalkmıyor.
Bir ben, bir koca gövdem, bir de demir pençe
mıhlanmışız yerimize.
Kime söylüyorum hu! Kendim, duyuyor musun?
Bırak beni, gevşet ellerini
Israrın cılız bir otun ucuna
ayı asmaya benzer.
Koparım ben, ay başına geçer.
Dişlerimle dagı kaldıramam,
ıslıgımla meyvaları dökemem
boynumla ayaklarımı taşıyamam.
Kelimelerin hiçbiri bir degil
Bu söylemek istedigim degil.

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I'm not an activist
I'm not a passivist either
I just don't care
but, I care that I don't.

stop the wars! they say,
why?
war cannot cease
if there's white, black is its need.

resistance is not futile! they say
yes, nothing is futile...
including shit.

who is innocent?
at what time,
precisely where?
who can tell?

killing is an ethical impossibility.
but, we cannot even ban it
killing the killer?
this is as far as the civilization had come.

was there ever peace?