In Turkey, I spent a half hour immersed in watching the dervishes whirl. Much like India, tourism in Turkey is saturated with folk and cultural motifs, and everyone wants to sell you an authentic experience.
Sitting in that 11th century sarai, I thought I could watch the dervishes whirl forever. And that happens quite often to me. I sometimes eat a certain food item, and exclaim that I could eat this for the rest of my life (fresh portions of course), or when I listen to a certain piece of music, and tell myself that I could listen to this forever.
But I can’t, and I possibly don’t want to. In certain moments though, the idea of forever is so inviting. So uncomplicated.
PS – I know the photo sucks, but the place didn’t allow photography. I took one on the sly. I can’t help it. All I can say is that the experience was utterly wonderful.