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Note 1: A personal reflection
Almost a third of the way through, my Ramadan has led to some surprising and new (for me) bonds with the earlier parts of the Qur’an. Alhumdulilah, the revelation truly operates at all (4!) levels of existence. My (very subjective) feeling right now is difficult to articulate, but could be put like this. To recite it anew is to breath out the beauty of her strange intra-dimensional trace, in resonance with waveforms that run across the infinitesmal and the magnitudes, spanning the universe’s cyclical unfolding, intersecting the readings of life as horizontal plateaus of stories, law and archetypes, demarcating my (personal) heart’s progress in Time, making cellular my sight, each cell an ayah within my (personal) body, in network of transmission, multiplying and switching in local and global modes of inheritance and genealogy. As my breath runs through these pages, acquiring inheritance from each verse, each archetype-complex recognized as a Truth I had maybe been taught before but forgot or else realigned today into new harvests, I am grateful and astonished at the barakah from above, ceaseless in re-reading. My breath continues on in recitation, my breath itself its own trace and meta-record within my heart of gratitude.
