For a couple of weeks or so I’ve been turning in my head a few images and sentences that started during a Night Journey of a certain false prophet and ended somewhere in Córdoba. I wanted to write things down and mention deserts, minarets, beautiful explicit stories and beautiful veiled women, mysterious markets, intelligent physicians, honourable knights, sophisticated mystics, intricate laws, and orange groves in Andalucía – out of which a sword would emerge.
But now, I’ll leave it for a while.
PS And maybe refer you to that great lecture.
