I woke up around 6:00 with an unbearable itch on my wrist, which then expanded to my shoulder, and then down to my mid-back before I realized that there was a voracious mosquito in my room. Ugh! And, apparently, one to which I was particularly allergic, judging by the size of the welts. Happily, they've all gone down to almost unnoticeable size since then. But the mosquito didn't make it :>
What's the difference between being brave and being crazy, or between doing something brave or doing something crazy? (I don't really mean in the certifiable sense of crazy, so much as the social "Wow, that's totally crazy," commentary we like to make about things we or other people do.)
Can something be both brave and crazy? Is it all in how we look at it, or how it comes out in the end, or something else?
