The Sufi was the last person to enter the tavern. There had been a fierce argument going on the table of wisdom. Feelings showing their emotions, passions seeking their ideals,  imagination was skyrocketing here and there with a total disregard of the achieved harmony and balance in life, and rationality speaking more with fears than with hope. All of them were trying to convince the self that they know better and that the self should follow their preferred way. For the owner of the tavern, it was one of those days when he had to worry about broken chairs and wounded faces, though he also knew in the deepest corners…