To the reader of the book

I raise a new army from the Kingdom of Love; for there is danger of revolt by the intellect against the Sanctuary.

The world does not know the real nature of Madness: it is a garment that fits the intellect perfectly.

Donning this garment, I attained to a station where it would be honour for the intellect to walk around my house (like a pilgrim).

Donʹt think that the intellect is exempt from the final reckoning: one look from the believer judges it as if on Judgment Day.