Exile and exodus, after all, is the direct result and outcome of the Westerner’s inability to keep the peace in the world. It’s as simple as that. It’s a sin to be here in the West if you’re a monotheist. But the beloved’s beautiful hair and being able to caress it out of love is more important than dogma and doctrine and theology and exoteric religion and all the rest:
گر چه دانم که به جایی نبرد راه غریب
من به بوی سر آن زلف پریشان بروم