The Question of the Madman

In the town where the Madman lives, he was shouting: " Who could solve this question! "And his shouting and groaning were so intense that people came and surrounded him asking him: " Tell us what's bothering you, what's your sorrow, did anybody trouble you? Tell us what's your pain? And we'll try to solve your great affliction." But instead, he groaned again even to the point of shouting and said something like this: " Who could, who could solve this question? Does anybody maybe know what is Love?"One of them, took a step forward and said: "Love is peace." And other took another step forward also and said: " Love is in the eyes of my beloved." Other said: " Her lips, her beautiful mouth." Another answered: " Her breasts." Other said: " Her hair."Other said: " Her hands." Other said: " Her voice." Other said: " Her tenderness."Other said: " The beatings of her heart." Other said: " Her understanding and patience." And they kept saying in this fashion until they all finished but the madman was crying even more: " How terrible, what a terrible thing! I suspected this, it is not that you don't know what love is, but that love is dead." And he was crying even more. And the people asked him:" Why do you say so, haven't you heard what we said? " And he still crying said: " I certainly heard you all with great attention, having some hope but you confirmed that love is dead." "Why do you say so? We are surprised by your madness, you seem to be possessed." they said all together. And the Madman answered: " I may be mad, but you are possessed and you confessed your crime." "What?" they said. " Didn't we say that Love is in her eyes, lips, hair and many other things? " And the Madman said: " Stop, don't keep saying it because you are only adding to my pain, since I don't know what love is but I only know that love is dead. Get away, you all assassins of love!"And he went away, while they were muttering : "What horrible madness!"And when the Madman was completely alone, too much maybe, he said in a very low voice: " Love, Love, who I don't know. How many murdering hands, how much cruelty. All these savages and insensitive persons , when they met you -for sure, took advantage and each took some pieces and they mutilated you. Thus, we will never know how you were." And he kept on crying.

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