I'm Andruni. Abu-Hayran Al-Andruni.

I am not an outsider by the admission of history and my enemies, but an insider this does not make, even for those that call me a friend.

"...they cannot be Indians as long as they are Muslims and they can never not be Muslims."^[1]

Of this coalition of willing and told, where the price of admission is one's sanity and soul, all I ask is that they continue to include me out. I rely on this in-betweenness and exemption to sponsor my freedom of thought, the freedom that allows me to alienate the familiar, to make contingent of certain, and to recover lost perspectives beyond the impasse of nationalist particularism.

What the hell is water^[2]
A fish is not wet
Like the diver
Stepping into
the same river twice.

In Kitab Al-Hind 2.0, I resume the work of Al-Biruni and excavate the genealogy of the contemporary Indian (and by extension Modern) metaphysics to trace the evolution of Al-Biruni's object of study since.