“This work is my entire being, the wisdom of my body, my everything... Just as the bee is tasked with geometrizing its honeycomb, I was created to weave this work together. My poems, my plays, my stories, as well as my scientific and intellectual writings, are nothing but a set of 'outbuildings' surrounding the edifice that this work defines...
How fitting is the beautiful Turkish term 'katık' (accompaniment). The true food is the bread we call 'nân-ı aziz' (sacred bread), and all the rest is mere 'katık', implying that which is added to it... What a beautiful symbol for an idea—dry and plain, yet nourishing and salvific—that has turned its back on all kinds of creams and 'fantasy' games atop pastries, like bread, which contains more than fifty percent hydrocarbon essence!..
Thus, while completing this work of a cause as old as eternity and as new as forever, encompassing all of humanity, I dedicate it to the youth of Anatolia, who I know owe their nourishment to the bread of Great East.” N.F.K. / 1968