When a crazy with wizdom clown effuses "clownspeak," utilizing well crafted and purposeful nonsense, audiences generally somersault emotionally, experiencing unstable mental equilibrium much like what happens when one gets thwacked on the pate by a Zen master, although the proportions may be less predictable. It is an amusement to behold, and a memorable event that few have the dumb luck to experience. If the moment is right, the long winded wit of the clown can take one on a virtiginous ride of raw shock surprises, twists and turns, shake ups and downs, and pure bob-brain toss abouts.

Consider the esoteric philosophies of the ancients, who postulated their theories of both quadrifoliarepenslocatists and superconductors with the aplomb of the miner who exits his shaft with whoops of ecstatic delirium over his precious discovery: gold!! How shiny a scenario when all who are thereabout can tender their own expostulations of glee and gladness, preferably --at least for the clown's sake-- with a bunch of colored balloons. The choice of colors can be influential in such pivotal events, yet there has always been a shrewd know-how from Nature herself as to the inscrutable coordination of color when it comes to flora and even fauna!! It is therefore commn sense to indulge your company with the clown with what the experts might call, simply, "attention." This attribute flows like honey with calm, with open mindedness, and in the majority of cases, good digestion.

Without good digestion a lot must be tabled which deserves more careful consideration, as one can witness when Sumo wrestlers are suffering from flatulence. No one ever got rich betting on a Sumo wrestler who recently underwent surgery for a bad marriage. Nor did any of them every think twice about taking care to curb their hysterical laughter when suffering from similar gut lock. Not withstanding micturating circumstances, all these vital movements are a matter of timing, in the end.

Now, the problem emerges only when the pretense of clownspeak leaks from the lips of politicians or physicians (not to be confused with metaphysicians,) or psychologists (but not botanists.) Note that this does not exclude doctors of other types entirely, though to some extent, especially in the California and East Coast areas, it may often include Ph.D.s, N.G.s, and the elusive F.U.D.s. In such cases, the results can be horrible. People extend their trust in ways that do not get prefaced by the tacitly understood "duh," as happens with the usual unfolding of clownspeak by a true clown. No! At times such as this there can be such spark-to-dynamite head jerking rounds that necks get beet red, elbones get twisted, and eyes get opened in threes! And no one heroically appears to counterbalance such supercilious combat, because the Zen masters are so often off taking retreats with the clown masters! There may be instances of no warning, like tornadoes, or those undignified eructations at state dinners.

All of these catastrophes are avoidable if only the public would pay a bit more heed to the need for consciousness cleansers. Who gnu that such devices could be such poignant surprises? Every good man wants to return home and find himself in the right place, but if his brain is two leagues behind his present situation, even a rottweiler can sense the difference.

Such is the dilemma of the innocent who bumbles into the sweet trap of a clown's highest form of invention, the enlightened illogicality, unwittingly unpoised for the bafflement of convoluting duality, piercing evasive tactics directed bull's-eye fashion at the corpus caloseup, and running interference with his grip on what is or is not reality.

So to be or knot to be is the end point of the discussion, for each must discover the balance on his own. As it is said, "each two his own," or in any other manner that befuddling clownspeak penetrates the individual...pie in the sky being apple, of course.