I'm doing some computer work and watching Homicide Hunter on ID Discovery. It's just on as background noise, but I perk up when the shot includes Lt. Kenda looking into the camera asking about some dysfunctional family behavior that involved murder. He answers his own question with this witty answer,"I don't know 'cause I'm not crazy."Reasoning with unreasonable people.

Trying to relate to crazy when you're sane. Trying to influence foolishness with wisdom. Trying to combat hatred with love. Battling sadness with humor. There are many paradoxes.

"I don't know 'cause I'm not crazy."

It implies that if Lt. Kenda were crazy then perhaps he could better understand the crazy behaviors he observes.

I catch myself sometimes. Saying things that seem habitual. You know, those phrases or sayings you say all the time on auto-pilot. Without even thinking. Until one day you realize, "I say that an awful lot. I should quit doing that."

We all have them. Some of us more than others. Mine, at least on this occasion, was, "What do I know?"What do I know?I most often say it when I make an observation - not from certainty, but from uncertainty. That is, I really don't have much of a clue if I understand something or not. Then I say, "...but what do I know?"

Kenda has extensive knowledge of murder and crime. And criminal behavior. But he still doesn't understand it because it contains a level of crazy. And he's not crazy.

Don't we all know that sensation? That feeling?

Two people find themselves needing money. Desperately.

One scrambles to think of what he has that has any monetary value. Something he can sell. He thinks about what he might be able to do to hire himself out. Clean gutters. Rake leaves. Anything.

The other one doesn't think of any of those things. Instead, he thinks of who has what he wants - money. And how can he take it from them.

I see that first fellow and understand. But I don't understand the second fellow at all. My mind just doesn't go there.

Right and wrong. Those are heavily involved in these notions. Kenda can't relate to the criminal mind. Hopefully, neither can we.

Hopefully, we can't relate to the immoral mind. The person, who when faced with some serious challenge, thinks that bad behavior might somehow make things better. That alcohol, drugs, and sex just might provide the remedy to make their lives better. It never does. But I don't know 'cause I'm not crazy enough to think so.

Crime. Immorality. Human degradation.Degradation is the act of lowering something or someone to a less respected state.Would a person intentionally lower themselves to a less respected state? Of course. People do it all the time. Some don't think they're lowering themselves. Some are too self-centered and just don't care enough about themselves to increase their respected state. Still, others are plagued by addictions. Some others, by untreated or undiagnosed mental illness. Degradation is a complex issue.

The significant factor here is knowledge. Knowing. More accurately, it's about understanding, but as Kenda observed - that's impossible when you don't suffer the same crazy. Or the same delusion. Or the same foolishness. And honestly, do you want to? Of course not.

It makes solving these problems more challenging. It makes helping - serving - some people almost impossible.

"You can't reason with an unreasonable person."

"You can't want it for somebody if they don't want it for themselves."

So many truisms. What should we do then? I wish I knew, but I don't. 'Cause I'm not crazy. Or disposed to chasing foolishness. Or bent toward committing crimes or pursuing doing the wrong thing. That doesn't mean I'm immune from these things. Neither are you. I suppose we could all fall into the wrong things - degrading things. Thankfully, most of us don't. Because most of us can and do keep our wits about us to prevent us from sliding off the edges.

Then there's Charlie Sheen.