‘The Madman’, K. Gibran

“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.”

I had the pleasure of reading Khalil Gibran’s ‘Madman’ today. The one thing I have to say is that I wish I had read it sooner.

I would say that it is one of the best books that I’ve read in a long long time, but the truth of the matter is that it is just different. Not to say that it is not very good — it most certainly is, but the majority of books I read are less… mesmerizing. Captivating!

‘Delicacy’ which I would consider the previous very good book at the present moment was written completely differently, and there is a certain magic here that most other books I’ve read have lacked. Maybe, if I wanted to compare it to anything else, although I do not know why I would do that, I would mention sir Muhammad Iqbal’s ‘The Secrets of the Self’ although the style here is more friendly to the mind although it also is written nearly entirely in riddles. And some of these, while very enjoyable, I have to say evade me even now. I envision reading ‘Madman’ again in the not too distant future.

“Said he, “I am an astronomer.” Then he placed his hand upon his breast saying, “I watch all these suns and moons and stars.””

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