It is effective to think of zillij as the harvest of a doctrinal limitation

I passed the triple fountain on my way up, obliviously, as it is silently dry and enfolded within a knight's move of the walls. I visited the terrace of a friable palace, that volunteered its pool for the benefit of my comprehension of the fountain - the old, unholy water being  thick  and  rife  with truck. On the way back I was brought to a halt when I saw the mosaics through the doorway, a density we are seldom given to know, filling the frame, a local reality operating without friction, a perfect device without maintenance or issue, save the exactly perceived spectacle of its work. Thought thinking itself; pure consciousness; intricate accident.