He needed no doctrine, precept or ideology on the conduct of life. Nor did he need more rituals that didn’t pertain to his right of existence in the shape or form that spoke to his true identity. In his youth, he longed to transcend his earthly existence, secretly aspiring to Fana, the annihilation of human attributes the Sufis attained through deep meditation and contemplation. If his body, mind and spirit had become one, he'd dismiss the notion of Fana but he was unable to achieve this state, cursed as his body was. As with so many things in life, he’d come to realize that that which one despised the most was the very thing one could not obliterate, tattooed into the memory with all the brilliance of mercury, lead and zinc. Not only could Baheera taste and touch the boy of h/er imprisonment, s/he heard his protests loud and clear, unable to come to his defense.