A Holy Fool is a man or woman that views life through the lens of significance or meaning instead of acquisition and false identity. This is the man or woman who looks at the frantic pace of the world around them, where people are consumed with all the wrong things, and has to laugh (or maybe cry). Fame, fortune, power, prestige, and position are no longer important to the Holy Fool.
The Holy Fool goes from Success to Significance often when success become ashes and bones. The Holy Fool is (re)born in crisis and looks upon his or her prior life as an MBA CEO as a vanity. Only the Holy Spirit, or some pagan god like Fortuna, or a muse, can make a Holy Fool. "I am bound upon a wheel of fire," says Lear awakening from madness, to the sound of a medicinal flute, "that my own tears do sting like molten lead." I don't believe that any rational person would go in search of such enlightenment. Brokenness and surrender - who goes looking for that? It finds us like grace or cancer. Via.