Chapter 16 madman

2000/04/13 Sanlian Life Weekly Author: Lao Le Maybe I'm stupid, I can't always tell the difference between a lunatic and a fool.The dictionary defines "lunatic" as "a person suffering from severe mental illness", and "fool" as "a person with low intelligence and no understanding of reason".But in my opinion, a fool is just another kind of madman. I don't know why, since I was young, there are always one or two lunatics wandering around where I live.They are usually big fat boys or girls who have nothing to do all day long, walking along a fixed route and shaking their heads every day.My mom told me not to mess with them, especially not to look at them.

When I was in elementary school, we were decorating our home, and several workers worked in the house every day.I always ran over to watch the excitement, and gradually became acquainted with one of the workers.In my impression, he is tall, always wears a furry hat, and loves to laugh.We often play paper airplanes together.Then the family found out about it, and one day I was taken aside, and they mysteriously told me not to play with the worker because he was crazy.I believed it, and gradually alienated the worker, and began to look at him like a lunatic, afraid that he would suddenly pounce on me and grab my neck.Looking back now, I wonder if he was really crazy.

Now of course there is a madman near where I live.He is a middle-aged man who patrols around every day like the captain of the vigilante in our courtyard, but he never shakes his head but likes to nod.It's almost impossible to avoid him, and he loves to chat.Sometimes he'll ask, "Going to work?" Say "Oh" to yourself and nod whether you answer or not.Or ask you "Is it worth it for me to spend 170,000 to buy a piano?" Sometimes he will be quite "profound" in his questions, "What other way of saying 'goodbye' in German besides 'kick to death' (tschvs)?" What?" Among all his chatter, this is the one that impressed me the most.I was cleaning my bicycle that day, and he suddenly came over and asked me solemnly, "Do you think I'm insane?" I froze for a moment, and said, "Of course." walked away.

Another reason I like to call a "fool" a "lunatic" is that there is a certain respect in the term "lunatic".Dickinson once said: "A lot of madness is extraordinary insight." I don't know if this female poet who has never married and only sits at home writing poems is considered a lunatic, but there are indeed many people who engage in art or philosophy It's crazy.Nietzsche is mad, Holderlin is mad.The eyes in Rembrandt's self-portraits in his later years are no different from those of the lunatics described by Chirico.Orff has done two things for most of his life, either composing music crazily or tossing in a lunatic asylum.Speaking of madhouses, Stevenson donated money to build one when he was young, but ended up living in it himself in his later years.Kierkegel, who suffers from depression herself, summed up the matter as: "Youth work, old age reaps the rewards."

Knowing this doesn't mean I have to take a sentimental look at the knot lunatics around me, though.I know that I don't really know the mind of a madman, and that it's not really "real" madmen who are allowed to roam the streets.In this state of lack of communication, boasting that you have treated some crazy person kindly is actually very boring.Besides this, there is a more secret reason for my reluctance to look at these lunatics differently.When Nietzsche saw someone whipping a horse in his later years, he rushed to stop it desperately, and cried while hugging the horse's head.From this people judged him crazy.The only thing I did differently than Nietzsche was that I once protected a cat instead of a horse in this way.