"If you were me, and had this happen to you, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to leave it alone. You would seek a theory that would account for it. For over four years now, I have been trying one theory after another ..."
- Science fiction writer Philip K. Dick, speaking for everyone who has ever had a mystical experience, as he quite earnestly discusses a theory of his that maybe we're actually living in 50 A.D. and any evidence we see to the contrary is a manufactured reality we've drawn up to fool ourselves.
(Personally, I find that idea batshit crazy -- but then, he'd find my ideas batshit crazy, and I'm sure we'd both be able to agree that any number of ideas for reality that billions of other people have assembled are equally batshit crazy. We're a world of batshit crazies, we are.
... But I exaggerate for effect. Us people who acknowledge the weirdness of our own beliefs do tend to take a more lenient view toward others'. And it's becoming increasingly clear to me as I age and my horizons broaden that the collision between reality and sanity is not that reality is too small to incorporate all the "batshit-crazy" theories; it's that it's so big it includes all of them.)