“There are no minarets built in praise of what doubters say, no passionate talk about their lives. The coin faces of officials keep changing, but not the flame-tongued book of the sun. Be plain as day and a friend to what lasts. Cynics say the same thing over and over, “I only know what I see.” Every external form is a text to study, embodying a truth, the way medicine contains healing. Does a painter paint for the sake of the picture and not for the eyes of those who will look at it?”