“It is in the watches of the night that impressions are strongest and words most eloquent; in the day-time you are hard pressed with the affairs of this world.” — Quran, sura 73
It’s a full moon over Leuven tonight. The small city is quiet, gently illuminated. Between the Question and the Debate, between the why do i exist? and the contest of faith and reason, there is another space. And underneath the quivering ego’s thirst for justification flows a river, subterranean and brisk — the one true drink.