Editing Seven Valleys/Gail15

Now is the traveler unaware of himself, and of aught besides himself. He seeth neither ignorance nor knowledge, neither doubt nor certitude; he knoweth not the morn of guidance from the night of error. He fleeth both from unbelief and faith, and deadly poison is a balm to him. Wherefore Attar [1] saith:

	For the infidel, error -- for the faithful, faith;
	For Attar's heart, an atom of Thy pain.