In the town of the man called the madman, there was a
crime. In the scene, there were a heart, an scorpion, a stick and a
stone.
"How did he die?" the experts asked.
And one of them said: "This person was bitten by a scorpion and that
is the reason that he died."
But another person refuted: "The impact was too strong, he
died because he was hit by a stone. "
While another person said: "No, it cannot be. A stick pierced his
heart. "
And the man called Madman by his townspeople, was taciturn, watching
the scene and said: "Gentlemen, it is not like that."
And the people said: " What do you know? You are mad."
And he said: " If this person would have been bitten by a
scorpion, the pain would have been deep and terrible but he certainly
would not die. If he would have been hit with a stone, the heart would
have been destroyed. If it would have been with a stick, we still would
see the stick piercing the heart. His death as every death is a tragedy
but this tragedy is even larger. It has not been the scorpion, the stone
or the stick. Don't you realize? Don't you see that heart? Can't you
understand? I am the madman, of course, and you are sane, but what
killed this heart was something even more terrible, unimaginable,
unconceivable. It has all the signs, all the characteristics for dying
of everything and by everything but that heart died of nothing. He died
because he was subject to the most terrible torture and he died because
of the savage and cruel indifference. "
