THE WISDOM OF THE MADMAN New 2-8

In the town of the man called Madman, we find him in front of an open grave. He was having a dialogue with a white skeleton as white as ivory. And somebody trying to make fun of him asked:
" What are you doing? What are you both talking about?"

And the Madman answered: "We speak about many things."

"And what does he say, what does he teach you?"

"We learn from each other"

"Ha, ha, ha. Tell me I want to participate"

"Then, put attention. These white washed bones tell me many things, today, by example, they told me: " I wish that I could have eyes again to be able to see everything that I missed in life.

I would like to have tears to cry of sadness and happiness. How many things I missed to see, there were many! I wish I could have lips, mouth, to speak, to say, to kiss, I didn't speak enough, I didn't kiss enough. And now my mouth is neither sweet not bitter, not salty; my mouth is nothing, but a hurtful smile of a face that is no longer a face. I wish I could have skin to feel, to perceive the ground, the raindrops!

I denied myself of been able to feel, what are my arms now? what are my legs? This chest does not breathe any longer, there is no heart that beats. I can't come and go anymore, I am prostrated in a grave forever.

I lost everything, I had everything but I didn't appreciate it. I wish that I could have today even a little bit of what others despise, a moment of life that now can't be."

And the Madman added: " Do you realize? All that I learned?"

And the voice said: " But what have you learned?" And the man called Madman said:

"I have learned from death, the great value, the extraordinary value of that simple thing and wonderful thing at the same time, called: "Living"