96. Degrees of Madness
The merchant counting paper(money) behind closed doors,
The poet writing rude prose in search of clarity,
The dervish crawling naked on all fours,
Differ only in their personal degrees of insanity.
Who is crazier? The man who counts paper money (fiat money) and say that it has value over and above the value of the paper and its artwork? Or the poet who locks himself up in his room, divining God's glory while outside, the world in all His Glory awaits to be explored? Or the dervish who calls people to Love while they spurn and mock him for his nakedness?
Who is right and who is wrong? Who is sane and who is insane? Until God sorts that out I think we shall all do mankind a great service by just being nice to each other. Oh, and to our own selves too.
So have a nice day, sunshine. God bless you!
wa min Allah at-taufiq.