I adore few words as much as “crazy”. Once on a first date, a woman specified that she wasn’t crazy and all attraction I felt toward her evaporated. I find no thrill, beauty, or romance in the “sane”. Would I like to hear a crazy story? Yes. A sane story? A story sanitized? I’ll pass. “Crazy” sounds as beautiful as its meaning. It’s one of my favorite words to sing or hear sung.