What a moment it is when one realizes that at the end of the path, they meet none other than one's own self.
That one's self is vulnerable, open, truly bewildered, and utterly not-in-control. That one is sustained in a fascinating way with a threadbare yet potent connection that grants one all life.
There is no mastery of the affair, and no end to further comprehension. At the end, one is only left in a state of not-knowing. "I know that I truly, really, do not know."
Answers vanish.
Notions dissolve.
There is no mastery of the future. There is no way that the past can be erased such that it is not a living part of one's self. One comes only as far as the Present.
Where one is one. One is whole. One is complete. One is as one is.
One is brought back to the center, to the self, to a state of necessary obligation and acception, for beyond that circumference is a raging fire -- a friend that defines the parameter of one's being.
One is no one.
Thus far one comes, and no further shall one go.
And Allah knows best.
Alhamdolillah!