One can only forgive the ignorance of the priests and orientalists who way back in centuries past fatefully initiated the translation of the word deen as religion for it was but ignorance and incapacity to see beyond their own existential and linguistic state:  frogs can see only the pond and the surrounding bank, can only croak. So the sight of an ocean for them would be a kind of pond, the shore a bank denuded of green, and the cry of the gull a foreign croak.  But O how great the schism in vim and vibrancy arising from this myopia, split into two separate parts – ‘no sex in the church of the market’ – until today. No recognition of the slivery changes from jelly to black mass and culinary forms, no recognition of the amfibious nature; all contained in frogginess. And how great the morbid, legalised fear of joining the two parts in healthy 1-ness. The spiritual bubbles of Makka and Madina within the wastes of riba are almost upon us.