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A great event is going to happen and the king will give
great prizes and wealth to the most powerful warriors; and to be able to
get this honor, the king is asking that each citizen of the kingdom brings
a gift, something meaningful , relevant that awards the courage, the
strength and fortifies the conquest that lives in every warrior.
Thus, the
king provided great treasures and each citizen of the kingdom also brought
exquisite things: magnificent forged spears, shields, swords.
The warriors
were celebrating and talking about their good old times. But the time came
for the man called Madman, who brought something small and all wrapped and
by being the last to arrive, the king wanted to end with a perfect finale,
so he tried to look kind, and brought Madman to the center of the event.
The man called Madman then made his offering by opening in a delicate way
the wrapping of a very simple cloth and brought out a very small
withered flower and since he had been called to give the basis of this
offering, he said
" In this withered flower are reflected many lost hopes, innocent
tears, orphan children, broken families. What glory are we going to talk
about? This small flower is worth much more than all those columns of
gold. What are they in front of this flower? Columns of coal. Their
treasures, achievements are filled with spilled blood. This flower cries,
what the dead can't and the ones who survived are stunned and in silence. There is no victory here. How can the triumph be
claimed in front of the foolishness?
My small flower was full of colors and aroma, some time ago, that is what
was valuable. Let's cultivate life and not the culture of death. I don't
have more words to say, that what this flower says in silence, since life, no
matter how big or small is always meaningful.
The swords, the shields are
symbols and signs of cowardice, ignorance and lack of values and of
falling into savagery; instead of communicating among us, we have learned
to hate each other and to make a great event out of this. And I accompany
this flower in this suffering."
Some of the persons who were present, looked at him with hatred and ready
to kill but others couldn't stop crying and others felt liberated since in
that flower and in that voice -of the man called Madman, the truth, as a
torch of light in the darkness, could not be shut off anymore. |
