He depth-charged the sea of the murid’s nafs to see how the lay of the land was when his bits from the heavens fell back to the waves in the pre-ordained pattern.

He needed more living space, dared not say Lebensraum: and then it came, the relief of the idhn from der Qual der Wahl, the space beyond space.

And wanted to enter the indented fjord-like coastline of the west – rather than the smooth map of the east – where the big waves were.