The Madman - His Parables and Poems

by Kahlil Gibran

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,

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

to be enthroned is to be enslaved, And to be understood is to be leveled down,

memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.