Then, a few minutes ago, it came to me. There is a god and that god is crazy. Crazy is defined here as loving, kind, mad, insane, out of one’s mind, deranged, demented, not in one’s right mind, crazed, lunatic, non compis mentis, unbalanced, unhinged, unstable, disturbed, distracted, mad as a hatter, mad as a march hare, stark mad; mental, off one’s head, out of one’s head, off one’s nut, nutty, nutty as a fruitcake, off one’s rocker, not (quite) right in the head, round the bend, raving mad, stark staring/raving mad, bats, batty, bonkers, cuckoo, loopy, loony, bananas, loco, dippy, screwy, with a screw loose, touched, gaga, up the pole, not all there, off the wall, out to lunch, not right upstairs, away with the fairies; informal balmy, crackers, barking, barking mad, round the twist, off one’s trolley, as daft as a brush, not the full shilling, one sandwich short of a picnic; buggy, nutsy, nutso, out of one’s tree, meshuga, squirrelly, wacko, gonzo; informally bushed.
Who else would allow for cancer, love, peace, justice, cruelty, beauty, horror, starvation and poverty, Abraham Lincoln, Jesus Christ and Donald Trump?
Now, I’m still a coach and know that everybody everywhere in the universe is crazy, I keep believing in healing and transformation, but no longer worry about who I’m talking to, or what they believe.