That Crazy Spy Guy

Ok, I have got to be honest, in the beginning of the book I thought Raskolnikov was a spy because of how aware he was of things, and the way that he thought things through in his head. Later, of course, I realized as he was plotting the murder that he is actually just crazy. The fact that I could confuse a crazy person for an intelligent spy is hilarious to me. It just proves the thin line of character that people sit on. This also really convicts me about how easily I judge people and write them off stereotypically. Please forgive me for using a Biblical reference, it's the only one I can think of right now, but how many people thought that Jesus was crazy when He was actually the Savior of the world? It just makes me want to laugh because it's so easy to pass from the absolute truth into absolute craziness. All of these thin lines in life have really been on my mind a lot lately; I seem to be obsessed with finding the thin line in every situation. I still ponder about the thin line of seeking truth and then going too far, and attempting to be like God in our knowledge out of pride. Anyways, this book really makes me think of how quick I am to observe someone, judge them, write them off, and never again consider who they might actually be, and not just in the realm of craziness and genius, but with everything. I so easily look at someone and immediately think of them as materialistic, or prideful, or dramatic, when I actually have never engaged in a conversation with the person. It's an awful trait to have.