THE WISDOM OF THE MADMAN New 2-14

In the town of the man named Madman, he was carrying a small rag doll - dirty and worn out, in his hands; but Madman was looking at her just as if she had been alive once, and he was crying and crying and between heart breaking sobs, he was saying:

" They have killed my spring, they have darkened the light of the day, beasts, monsters, savages. How much they enjoyed their evil doing!

And that madman was crying over and over and wouldn't stop.

And people asked him: " What is the reason of so much agitation over a simple rag doll? Can't you get another one, maybe? Or are you completely mad?"

Some laughed, others were looking like in a circus show. And after a silence that seemed to last a long time without the silence been broken, the madman said:

" How little understanding! What a hard heart! Nobody will be able to replace her, you are criminals, immoral, your hands and mouth deadly wounded my rag doll. You don't want and you can't understand, my light, my sun, my now broken doll. This was not always like this but you did not want to understand her."

Then, people started leaving and only one person stayed in front of that madman, somebody who maybe took pity and wanted to say something more. And he asked the madman, " Your broken doll, what was her name?"

And between sobs, Madman said: Her name was Justice"