I don’t think the end goal of the mystic journey is to go crazy, although you will appear crazy. Those that have attained have gained such perfect knowledge of themselves that everything is effortless. They are so -fucking real- that to those of us who haven’t hit their level yet, they seem like space aliens. That absolute comfortableness with yourself, that solid and firm grasp of your True Will. That is you walking in tandem with the spinning wheel of life. You step over obstacles and nothing seems to trifle your advance to fulfill your duty.
I envy that but know that one day I will gain that power of not-giving-a-fuck-saintliness if I stay the course!