There was a time when Midas could have had his own salvation. His confession would be a turning point for the banal. Midas goes to his backyard, takes off his helmet, kneels, and for the first time it looks like he is going to do a noble, superior human act. But he digs a hole and puts his face in the earth, quietly confessing “I have donkey ears”. In that hole a reed grows, a watery grass that goes where the wind blows, the reed echoes from the bottom of the earth, excited by the wind, the trivialization of that life that has no center, that does not grow anywhere, that goes where the wind blows. This is the story of the banal man.
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