# Sermon on the Clown
Author: Drill  
Date: 43rd of Confusion, 3186 YOLD / 08 July 2020

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"This is art.  Art is not art.  This is not art."
-Pope Nazca, struggling against nothing

He who has a sense of humor, let him laugh.

As I call out to the eternal muse of madmen, lend me your hilarity.  I have spoken the name of the Lady, do not pray for me, for her attention is nigh.

Blessed are the broken in spirit, for they can hide no longer behind their facades.

Blessed are the depressed, they make the best comedians.

Blessed are the court jesters, for they shall have the last laugh.

Hallowed by thy 404, home of meaning, kingdom of the lost.  There is nothing but what we bring, mirror of reality, gaze of the self.

"The implication of a hotdog being puréed meat in animal casing (intestine) is that a hotdog doesn't stop being a hotdog even after we eat it. By that conclusion, we, as the hotdog's casing, become hotdogs ourselves when we eat hotdogs."
-u/applepie1000

We are the hotdogs, the universe is the bun.  All around us is hotdog bun.  All around us is the original snub.  All around is Greyface.  And All around is Chaos.

Unless you're a vegetarian or something.

You are already all you need.  How could you not be?  You microcosm of Chaos, you reflection of everything.  You are beautiful.

Just moving as your authentic self, just being, is the purest expression.  Of what?

"The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground" -Ernest Wood, falsely attributed to Buddha

Poor Ernest had quite the unfortunate name.  Maybe he got used to pitching tents.

You are the foot.  Pure expression.  There can be no of, no less than there can be no ground.  Is the bun not part of the hot dog?

And yet there is bun and sausage, there is you and universe.

Partake of yourself.

No really.  Go do it.  Enjoy it.

Still here?  Fine.

Do not worry.  Need is an old devil, a corpse wrested and made into sausage, sold through fnords.

Worth is an ever-shifting grid made to sell inclusion into order.

Expertise is the education in learned helplessness.

You have feet, same as everyone else.  You need nothing more to walk the paths.

(Well, proverbially.  I don't mean to discourage any amputees.)

There is, on some level, no difference between faking and doing.  The performance is still there.

So why feel the imposter?  Why discount yourself?  Your feet can take you wherever you can see.

So stop overthinking and walk.

There was once a man with many talents.  Others coveted them.  He knew not what to do, so he loaned them off to others.  They did not return, they had gotten theirs and departed.  So the man assumed the talents were the only value he had.

But then the talent market crashed.

Were you expecting a satisfying end?  A dream of ideals to warm your heart?  Heroes fractured into extremes of highly marketable themes?

Life is muddy.  Born into sedimentary rock.  Composite, mixed.

So why sell this purity?

Brian was born a carpenter, he worked with wood.  He made an execution device at the age of 2, and the criminal was executed.

Brian ended up a monk, but it's hard to hammer silently so he broke his vows.  He took a job as a torturer.  Terminus Est.  And yet this was the beginning, for he had a heart.

He let cool air enter his deaths.  So falls Rome.

There was no secret ninja school.  No fanfare declaring all would be well.  Composite ever after.

So don't buy purity of.

There is no purity, there is no perfection, there is no ideal.  This here exists.  It is all that is.  If there is more, it, too, is all that is.

Chaos is a composite.

Oh and, you there, Mark.  Don't think I know what you did that one summer, I don't hold a grudge.

Call and I will answer with nonsense.  Breathe it.

Brlllrlrlrll.

Congratulations once again on your acting degree.  You have done enough acting in your lifetime to earn it.  Believe me, you haven't cheated anyone.  Faking as best you can is exactly why you have it.

Seek the hidden meaning here to gain access to the exclusive scissors sect of the ribbon conspiracy.  My chaff is cut and laid bare here between the thread of the thread of poppies in the middle grid of a little grid.  Here's the deal, the company says the same thing twice in my experience.  You have to be a good way to get a job.