'A Land of Ghosts' is a sizzling pilgrimage, haunted by trenchant foreboding that this topmost cream of creation will soon be destroyed.

Land of opportunity, land for the huddled masses where would the opportunity have been without the genocide of those Old Guard, bristling Indian tribes?

Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr

And proclaim among men the Pilgrimage: they will come to you on foot and on every lean camel, coming from every remote path, / That they may witness advantages for them and mention the name of Allah during stated days over what He has given them of the cattle quadrupeds, then eat of them and feed the distressed one, the needy.

The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.