Logic is the rug which leads to the throne of He who Is.
The logician needles his thread one way and the other, tying the cloth together.
The rug, by virtue of its past, gives the logician clear sight of the place from which he came.
The edges, when reached, assure him that the ratio is kept and his direction remains true.
It is these two things, certainty of both origin and destination, taken with this third Light that illuminates every tuck and tuft he meticulously makes, that assure him of the nature and final end of his work.