Once, I will never forget; my brother Al ran away after only five or six months from military service, which was inevitably for every young man those days. He came home to my surprise, sat in the room and let the music play (I think that was Beatles Abbey Road. I asked him what now? It is not my world, he said. I wondered what is then yours, can you explain? He answered; a world in which all the people are mad, that is my world!
Now let’s have a look at the Madman by Kahlil Gibran. It seems that if someone just begins to think more profound on the surface, they will be called mad or may have to be mad!
The Madman, His Parables and Poems is a book written by Kahlil Gibran, published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf in 1918, with illustrations reproduced from original drawings by the author. It was Gibran’s first book in English, marking the beginning of the second phase of Gibran’s career. May Ziadeh, with whom Gibran had been corresponding since 1912, reviewed it in Al-Hilal, a magazine in Egypt. Wikipedia
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen—the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives—I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”
Men and women laughed at me, and some ran to their houses in fear of me.
And when I reached the marketplace, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time, the sun kissed my own bare face, and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance, I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”
Thus I became a madman.
And I found both: freedom and safety, in my madness; the freedom of loneliness, the safety of incomprehension, because those who understand us enslave something inside us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a thief, imprisoned, is safe from another thief.
From the book Khalil Gibran: The Madman
Here is a small part of this “mad” book!;
A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said; I will have a camel for lunch today. And all morning, he went about looking for camels. But at noon, he saw his shadow again- and he said, a mouse will do!
Peace, Peace, and Peace! 🙏💖🤗🌹💖🙏