“There is a rational soul leading your donkey through the mountain wilderness. When the donkey pulls away and takes off on its own, that clear one chases, calling, “This place is full of wolves who would love to gnaw your bones and suck the sweet marrow.” This sovereign self in you is not a donkey, but more like a stallion, and Muhammad is the stable keeper speaking quietly, Ta’alaw, in Arabic, Come, come. I am your trainer.”