"Outside, the freezing desert night.
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities, and little towns, everything
become a scorched blackened ball.
The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all."
(Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, 1207-1273, in the poem 'The Tent')
Al-Hillaj Mansoor - little known 10th century Islamic mystic - faces a crucifixion many times more barbaric and cruel than that of Jesus without complaint. The headsmen chop off his prayerful hands, they butcher his feet, eyes, nose, tongue. [Bjorn Erik once adopted the cybername Al-Hallaj: it seems at least symbolically true ;-P]