You ask me how...

You ask me how I went crazy.

It happened like this: One day, a long time ago, I woke up from a deep sleep and discovered that all my masks had been stolen, the masks I had modeled and worn in my life.

I fled without a mask through the crowded streets shouting: Thieves! Thieves! Damned thieves!.

Men and women laughed at me, and some ran home in fear of me. And when I arrived at the market square, a boy standing on the roof of a house shouted: He's a madman!

I looked up to look at him and for the first time the sun kissed my naked face, my soul was inflamed with love and I no longer desired my masks. As if in ecstasy I shouted: Blessed, blessed are the thieves who have stolen my masks!

And I have found freedom and salvation in my madness; the freedom to be alone and safe from being understood, because those who understand us enslave something of us.