“Each time you renew an Oath, it reshapes and reforms/deforms the relationship in which that Oath was created; A pillar that remains even if you never disclosed it in a thousand lectures, nor even knew it was “Real” until Allah asked you to fulfill it.” Taught the grey fluffy cat, without tripping over a plant.
“What was the Oath, Sir?” asked the Persian plant cat in the audience, who took his classes not out of need, but because he was his friend and asked to.
Professor Duke Leto2 Replied” The Oath was something like this:
“اگر آنها به شما آسیبی برسانند، شما از نظر اخلاقی مسئول آسیبی خواهید بود که من به آنها رساندهام، در ازای آسیبهایی که به شما وارد شده است.”
This is not exactly transcribed, but the meaning is there.”
And as I patiently listened, introjecting few words, I wrote this to you, I would put it into one of the books we used to exchange.
“I learned the shape of the locks on your cage, your jailer, without access to your file, describing your circumstances by rote not understanding, fully.
That only one cat would possess or care to possess such information; and since you are not free, your worst self declared enemy is dead, and Dayī of the Scales confesses without lies, yet you remain trapped…I found the Source of the problem.
I found who tortured us both:
He calls himself both Lord & Master.
تو آموختی که خدا بزرگتر است.
Wir lassen uns nicht von Marionettenmeistern in die Irre Führen.”
And you find the note and read like you always do. Private protector, public phone supervisor who speaks in bullet points.
it’s easiest to tap out with fluffy kitty paws.
The Chronicals of Alaraf 