"Why did you go crazy?" -they ask.
It happened like this. A long time ago, before most Gods had been born, i woke from a long sleep to find that my masks had been stolen- yes, the seven masks that i had fabricated for myself. The ones i had used in seven different lives-; without mask, i ran through streets filled with people, shouting: " Thieves! Thieves! F*&King Thieves!"
When they saw me, men and women laughed, and some, horrified, took refuge by running home.
When i got to the market plaza, a young man who was standing on the roof of his house, pointed at me and shouted: " Look at him! He is insane!" Then as i picked up my head to look at him, for the first time the sun kissed my naked face, turning on in my soul, love for the sun. I did not want the masks. And like if i was in a trance, i shouted "Bless the thieves who stole my masks, bless them!"
And thats how I went crazy.
And I have found liberty and security in my craziness; the liberty that loneliness provides and the security that i cant be understood, because when they understand us they enslave us.
Now dont let my security fool you; even the thieve that is behind bars is at the mercy of another thieve.
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