I move to the beat of a different drum. A drum that's beat worn and torn, but that doesn't care. It's filled with bliss that it's alive, god beating on it, coursing through and through, my drum would enjoy the warmth of hell, the pressure of the depths of the earth, even the death of itself, as god pounds, beats, even destroys it, my drum



- Sufi on the go ( post made via iPhone)