“Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret,

and in exchange gain the Ocean.

Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor,

and in the arms of the Sea be secure.

Who indeed should be so fortunate?

An Ocean wooing a drop!

In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once!

Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.”

Jalal ad-Din Rumi

I sat down in the cave I was in, and I remembered what I witnessed last night.

I am looking out across the ocean from an island in Azshara. I could feel the ocean in my heart. I removed my robes and entered the ocean I floated upon its surface and closed my eyes.

As I floated there for what seemed like eternity, I felt my heart slowly come to a rhythm and pulse that was in unison with the ocean. In this moment any feeling of my body, my sense, or my mind dissolved.

In that dissolution of myself the Light pervaded all that I was, and all that I am. Exceeding any description, it flooded every realm of my consciousness and I was aware that the Light is witness to my witnessing, hearing to my hearing, feeling to my feeling, and that the Light is not the subject of my contemplation, but rather I am the subject of its observation.

In the same moment, I was present in that dimensionless pure white space, and that door, carved with the geometry of a tree and its spheres, was instead standing wide open.

I gazed into the door, beyond its threshold. A complete vacuum of light, dimension, or form. It was total void.

I stared into the void searching for anything my eyes could focus on beyond. A silhouette emerged approaching slowly, but not walking. From behind the void and across the threshold there came a form, equally dimensionless, but humanoid in shape. As it approached, my own soul summoned forth the phrase “In the name of the Light, The Entirely Merciful, The All Compassionate”

In its thin shroud of darkness, with a white mask upon its face, it looked at me and recited a verse I had recited so many times before, “Say it is the Light, it is one.”

My eyes opened and I was back in that cave in the Hinterlands where I was searching for mushrooms to sell to alchemists. Yet above the water of the cave itself was that same figure who seemingly traveled across from my memory of last night to the present, continuing, “Say It is the Light, it is one. It does not beget nor is it begotten. And there is no likeness unto its uniqueness.”

Yet before I could blink my eyes the form was gone, and I arose to fight the Orc shaman who had just now entered the cave.

Picking up my sword, I said, “In the name of the Light, the All Merciful, The All Compassionate, Say it is The Light, it is one…”

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