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Gibran Kahlil Gibran

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A minor text, almost a testament, where the theme of eternal pain transpires. The author seems to be seeking new freedom and the desire for independence is evident word after word. Suggestions and magical atmospheres make this book a literary jewel far from the clamor of the "Prophet" but equally extraordinary.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

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Indice dei contenuti

God

My Friend

The Scarecrow

The Sleep-Walkers

The Wise Dog

The Two Hermits

On Giving and Taking

The Seven Selves

War

The Fox

The Wise King

Ambition

The New Pleasure

The Other Language

The Pomegranate

The Two Cages

The Three Ants

The Grave-Digger

On the Steps of the Temple

The Blessed City

The Good God and the Evil God

Defeat

Night and the Madman

Faces

The Greater Sea

Crucified

The Astronomer

Said a Blade of Grass

The Eye

The Two Learned Men

When My Sorrow Was Born

And When my Joy was Born

“The Perfect World”

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 market place, 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 naked 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 have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.