I am neither Christian, Moslem nor Jew. But I am one who has come out from the voice of God. I am not the hand that strikes the drum, nor again the singing drumhead. But I am the sound of the drum on the air. In the eyes of the blindman I am his light; to the lips of the thirsty, a taste of water. Being neither truly light nor water, sound or word, I am the mere suggestion of seeing and slaking. Being unworthy to serve as the finger, I am the shadow of the finger's nail. I inscribe the message that is taught me on the dust of the world.