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    The Madman: His Parables and Poems
    The Madman: His Parables and Poems
    The Madman: His Parables and Poems
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    The Madman: His Parables and Poems

    By Kahlil Gibran

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    Release dateJan 1, 1988
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    Kahlil Gibran

    Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese-American writer, poet, and a philosopher best known for his, The Prophet. Born to a Maronite-Christian family in a village occupied by Ottoman rule, Gibran and his family immigrated to the United States in 1895 in search of a better life. Studying art and literature, and inevitably ensconced in the world of political activism as a young man dealing with the ramifications of having to leave his home-land, Gibran hoped to make his living as an artist. With the weight of political and religious upheaval on his shoulders, Gibran's work aimed to inspire a revolution of free though and artistic expression. Gibran's, The Prophet has become one of the best-selling books of all time, leaving behind a legacy of accolades and establishing him as both a literary rebel and hero in his country of Lebanon. Gibran is considered to be the third best-selling poet of all time, behind Shakespeare and Lao Tzu.

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      The Madman - Kahlil Gibran

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      Title: The Madman

      Author: Khalil Gibran

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      Release Date: May, 2004

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      The Madman

      His Parables and Poems

      By Kahlil Gibran

      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.

      God

      In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more.

      But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

      And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.

      And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

      And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom.

      And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

      And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy

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