Those [9] who merely think and have not reached the level of love31 are like the blind. The colors, at that stage known only by accounts of their names, are those experiences which Ibn Bājja said are “too splendid to arise in the physical world”, which “God grants to those of his worshippers whom He chooses.” But to those who reach love, God grants what I purely metaphorically call another faculty. This corresponds to the restoration of sight. And sometimes, rarely, there comes a man whose eyes, as it were, are always open, whose glance is always piercing, who does not need to search.
