
The Clown
Am I the first clown you ever knew? Billy Smart once told me that clowns were in short supply. He had jugglers, trapeze artists, tightrope walkers, fire-eaters, even women who do strange things with snakes, but the clown he told me, sadly, is in decline. We don’t laugh at big feet, red noses, baggy trousers, and doors that fall off cars when you open them.
You see, there is a tiny segment in the brain of a clown that distinguishes him from any other kind of man and this can seen more clearly in the shape of his heart; for the heart in a clown is somewhat ‘raggedy’ where the wear and tear of his business has torn the arteries and miss-shaped the contours.
A clown is a knight without armour, he leaves behind the enigma of absence and yet the sure knowledge that he believes in you. You never really understand whether you know a clown but if you believe in him he will make you laugh. A clown loves not at all wisely, he just loves, and if he can believe in you then he can believe in heaven. He can believe in peace.
