For six months, he lived suspended. He stopped teaching. He told the Grand Vizier, Nizam al-Mulk's successor, a lie: "I have a throat illness." In truth, his soul had a more profound illness. He gave away his silk robes, took two coarse wool garments, and left.
"The heart. When it is rusted, even sunlight looks like darkness. Stop asking what is true. Ask how to polish."
That night, Al-Ghazali dreamed of a vessel of water. He saw the moon reflected in it. Then a hand stirred the water; the moon shattered into a thousand trembling shards. He woke knowing: his intellect had been the stirring hand. Certainty was not in the analysis of the shards. Certainty was the stillness of the water.
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