Sultan；　Our　Prophet　ascending　through　the　seven　heavens；　these　are　of　course

all　inherently　happy　scenes；　but　rendered　by　Butterfly；　they　bee　flights　of

ecstasy　springing　from　the　page。　In　an　illustration　of　mine；　if　the　darkness　of

death or the seriousness of a government session weighs heavy； I’ll tell

Butterfly　to　”color　it　as　you　see　fit；“　and　thereupon；　the　outfits；　leaves；　flags

and sea that lay there muted as if sprinkled with dirt meant to fill a grave

begin to ripple in the breeze。 There are times when I think Allah wants the

world to be seen the way Butterfly illustrates it； that He wants life to be

jubilation。 Indeed； this is a realm where colors harmoniously recite

magnificent ghazals to each other； where time stops； where the Devil never

appears。”

However；　even　Butterfly　knows　this　isn’t　enough。　Someone　must　have　quite

rightly—yes；　in　good　measure—whispered　to　him　that　in　his　work　everything

was　as　joyous　as　a　holiday；　but　devoid　of　depth。　Child　princes　and　senile　old

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