I wrote about this here and here last August, where I posit that the daemon was not Mohammed, but the black rock dwelling in the Kaaba.
My own words scare me. They do not fully express my view of the complex history between Islam and the rest of the world. On the one hand, I cannot deny my perception of the implacable malevolence that I sense radiating outward from Mecca.
On the other, the conclusions to be drawn from this perception are terribly depressing. There has to be some way out of this that does not end with us killing untold millions of Arabs.
An act of G-D?