Was it possible that perhaps the most plausible explanation was being offered by someone who anyone with an ounce of sanity would have long ago consigned to the realm of the insane?

Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence.
Or insanity.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.

One person's craziness is another person's reality.

Insanity is just a feature of genius.

He hung up so gently, I didn’t even hear the click.