Two Exian jokes. The Man who wanted Peace. There was a man whose life was filled with turmoil. He went to the Minister of Skies and Clouds, who was reputed to be wise, and asked her, "How can I find peace?" "That is the wrong question," she said, and sent him away. The man frowned and thought for a while. He realised that his phrasing had not been correct. He needed to change one of his words. So early the next morning he returned to the Minister's tower and asked a different question. "Where can I find peace?" he said to her. "That is the wrong question," the Minister replied, and sent the man away again. Now he was worried. He wrapped himself in his bedsheets and lay on the floor of his kitchen for two days, cooling his hot forehead on the cold tiles and trying to think of the right formula. On the third day he knocked on the door of the Minister's office. "When can I find peace?" he asked. "That is the wrong question, " she said, and closed the door in his face. The man groaned and gnashed his teeth. He stood in the corridor outside the Minister's room and crushed his head between his hands until it hurt. Then he knocked on the door again and asked his question a fourth time. "Can I find peace?" he asked. "That is the right question," she said, "and the answer is No." The man went away smiling. The madman. One day a doctor visited an asylum and there was great excitement; rumour had it that he was going to find someone sane and set them free. The madmen were instructed to form a line in front of him and he went down the row asking each one, "Are you sane? Are you sane?" Each madman said, "Yes." "You are a liar," the doctor replied. "You have to stay." The madmen grew more and more desperate, and their responses became more extravagant. "I'm not mad ... I was never mad ... I can catch a fish with my eyes shut ... I'm as sane as you are." And to every one of them, the doctor said, "Liar." Finally he reached the last lunatic, a man who had been standing at the end of the line, drooling. "Are you sane?" the doctor asked him. "No," the man repled. "I am mad." "Quite correct," the doctor said, and set him free.