Could a smell overcome darkness? Yes, even with my eyes still bound, traces of light pierced the blindfold. I felt bathed in light, bathed in love, as if the Cloud had entered this tent and curled itself around my body. I felt the warmth of it wrap around me like my father’s hand had encased mine as a little girl. But unlike my father, unlike Shefu, this Father had not turned his back on me—instead he liberated me.
