“WARRIOR LIGHT Jafar, Muhammad’s cousin, was a warrior of concentrated light. When he rode up to a walled city, it was no more to him than a gulp of water in his dry mouth. This happened at Mutah. No one went out to fight him. “What’s to be done?” the king asked his clairvoyant minister. “If you strap on your sword with this one,” replied the advisor, “also wrap your shroud around you!” “But he’s only one man!” “Ignore the singularity. Look with your wisdom. He gathers multitudes, as stars dissolve in sunlight.” Human beings can embody a collective, a majesty of spirit, which is not like having a name or a body. A herd of onagers may display a thousand antler points; then a lion comes to the edge of their field: they scatter.”
