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I feel the first half of this quote from Kahlil Gibran:

HOW I BECAME A MADMAN

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,–the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,–I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

(From Gibran’s — The Madman: His Parables and Poems)

I decided to add masks to my chapter, in rewrite, as ode to Japanese Noh theater. Seven was the number I had in mind and I ran into this work from Gibran – I love it.

The poster from the Dave McKean and written by Neil Gaiman film, MirrorMask,  because the mirror represents a self-reflection.

Top image from Wikimedia with following description:

Three pictures of the same nō ‘hawk mask’ showing how the expression changes with a tilting of the head. The mask was afixed to a wall with constant lighting and only the camera moved. Date: 2009 Source & Author: Wmpearl

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