The message, the rain, and the divine light come through my window
Falling into my house from my origins
Hell is that house without a window
True religion, O servant of God, is creating a window
Do not raise your ax to every nook, come
Raise your ax to frame a window
Do you not know that sunlight
Is only the image of the sun that appears beyond her veil?
— RUMI, MASNAVI III, 2403–2406