Death and the other are the two great impossibilities for consciousness against which it mobilises all its creative forces, but in different ways. In its original loneliness or boredom it invents the other in its image and imbues it with disassociated life. In a great developmental crux which nearly everyone passes through it externalises the other and all its alienated powers. If it fails to do so it goes mad. Insofar as this is the model ascribed to God or the Absolute of consciousness, and as God has no exterior, then God is mad - which is only another way of saying that how paltry everything you hold to as sanity and reasonableness in fact is.