For anyone who’s ever buried a dead self…
Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came by and said to me, “Of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like.”
Said I, “You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?”
“Because,” said he, “They come weeping and go weeping – you only come laughing and go laughing.”
I found a printout of this a couple of weeks ago and added it to my blog-post-topic pile. In keeping with poetry appreciation week and given Scott’s recent comment to yesterday’s post, today seems to be a particularly apropos day for this one.
I particularly like Gibran’s brevity, so I’ll try to stay succinct as well: this piece brought a bittersweet tear to my eye, a wrinkle to my forehead, and turned the corners of my mouth upward in a comfortably painful way when I read it. I can identify.
Here’s the link to the full *.pdf version of The Madman by Khalil Gibran. Definitely recommended reading.