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CLOWNS ARE DIVINE

My first recollection of a clown is myself in front of the mirror in my parents' bathroom, my hand plunging into my mother's jar of cold cream for a dollop to paint my face, and searching for one of her fiery lipsticks to smear across my mouth. The slow transformation was delightful. I made two big black circles around my eyes with mascara, then stuck my tongue out at this new  image that seemed suddenly, miraculously ,the real me!  
   
How often our real faces are masks and our painted ones our true being! We leave it to the clowns to dare exhibit such an admission. And we love them for it.  
   
Throughout my life I have yearned to run away with the circus, to be a clown. Once in Paris I applied to a circus, , but there were no openings. The urge or drive would diminish, then come on me again, but I never pursued it. It takes guts , it takes perhaps something more than I possess to dedicate my life to making people laugh at me and in turn at themselves.  
   
It's a calling as great as any. Clowns are special emissaries who arrive to assuage our human heart. Clowns are divine.  
   
   
Written by candycrier
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