The Light that is life to the wise the eyes of the weak cannot endure. The fire for melting iron is not suitable for cooking apples, they need a gentle heat. But these flames are too gentle for a dervish, who, like the iron, draws willingly that fiery heat onto himself. Bearing hardship, happy and red, he goes straight into the heart of the flames setting his whole being ablaze. He is the heart of the world, for the theater of God’s action is not the body but the heart.
