A few people are hard to hold in human arms.
A madman
A soldier
A saint
A philosopher
Beyond good or evil, they all have renounced to some aspect of humanity...they have come so far from their mother, their original species.
They long for arms beyond this world... And still, deep down, they need a mother.
In some moments, unseen, they become like babies, so they can feel held in such arms. When they are loved, they cease to be defined.
