In a faraway kingdom, there lived a man who was deemed mad by all.
He was ignored by all the people of the kingdom.
And each year, this kingdom would choose a new king.
The people made a great tradition of this and each year all would come out of their homes to vote.
And yet this man, this madman, would climb the Holy Mountain on that day and be alone.
The people would seek after him each year saying:
Men of your kind care not for the well being of this kingdom.
Because of men like you, we have famines and diseases and crimes.
And indeed, this kingdom had many afflictions.
And each year, this madman would come saying:
If you cannot govern your own individual kingdoms, your passions and ecstasies,
then how shall you govern another man, even a whole kingdom of men?
Leave me to my solitude.
For I am learning to govern my own kingdom.
Then shall I descend among you and vote.
Yes, perhaps even become your king.
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