“My Place is placeless, my trace is traceless.” Thus spoke Maulana Rumi. I migrates from one place to another, put upon an identity upon identity, a mask upon mask but to what end? Perhaps because there are so many things that one has to reconcile, perhaps because there are so many things that one finds revolting, one just wants to find out who one is. Thus is the question of identity. Who are we or even what are we? One can run but one cannot run from oneself forever. There is a time when one has to sit down and listen to myself. Thus spoke Maulana Rumi.
Suppose you know the definitions of all substances
and their derivatives,
what good is this to you?
Know the true definition of yourself.
That is indispensable.
Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it,
that you may attain to the One who cannot be defined,
O sifter of the dust.(Source: Raza Rumi’s Blog)


