Can there be any denying that humans, like the bushy-tailed eastern ground squirrel, are disposed to foolhardiness? And when there’s an element of risk involved, doesn’t sanity come into question? I could quote several stylish examples of insanity, but those young risk-takers standing frighteningly close to the crumbling, weathered edge of the mile-high outcroppings along the Grand Canyon’s South Rim, the heels of their Nikes in perfect alignment with the canyon’s precipitous decline, they take the cake. Standing heel-and-toe with fate, these wild-eyed exhibitionists risk it all for a selfie.
Psychology is as much a settled science as is the Ouija board. Determining what’s solid ground and what’s over-the-edge is not an absolute science. Ray Bradbury, best known for his highly imaginative short stories and novels, says “Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.” Vague? Maybe. But who can pinpoint where light ends and