Clowns dont reproduce as a rule

merely existing via their audiences

so its always nice to be handed offspring.

All we have in common is a certain bewilderment,

a certain sense of -the other-

-- a childish existentialism brought to bear

onto the world at large.

It surprises me when parents entrust me with their progeny.

Still massive acts of trust are given I suppose for nothing larger

than a Kodak moment.

The kids themselves sense I mean them no harm.

(being too young to truely scare they are of no professional use to me)

Together we look out at a world we have yet to understand and has yet to understand us.

Call it the human condition, call it show biz,