On the Concept of Clowning: An Impractical Tractatus;
with Regular Reference to Some Subset of 'All Possible Approaches Toward that August Art of Comic Relief', Each Element of Which to be Regarded Herein as an Altruistic-Adjacent Palliative Intended for such Ailing Pre- & Post-modern Audiences Multivarious
Dedicated, at once, to that Clown Superlative:
Brian Abrams [CRD#2629452]
(of "Abrams Benefits" fame & fortune)
"Something marvelous has happened to me. I was transported to the seventh heaven. There sat all the gods assembled. As a special dispensation, I was granted the favor of making a wish. 'What do you want,' asked Mercury. 'Do you want youth, or beauty, or power, or a long life, or the most beautiful girl, or any one of the other glorious things we have in the treasure chest? Choose—but only one thing.' For a moment I was bewildered; then I addressed the gods, saying: My esteemed contemporaries, I choose one thing—that I may always have the laughter on my side. Not one of the gods said a word; instead, all of them began to laugh. From that I concluded that my wish was granted and decided that the gods knew how to express themselves with good taste, for it would indeed have been inappropriate to reply solemnly: It is granted to you."
What is clown logic?
This question, though ostensibly proper in its relative positioning, errs already by beginning in media res—so to speak—a common crime which can only ever be rectified by beginning at the beginning:
What is logic?
To answer the latter query will, I hope, bring us, that is, me & thou, dear reader, hopefully, or approximately, halfway to an sufficient answer worthy of answering to the former's heightened hubris; and, furthermore, our resultant holistic efficacy, if we should decide to work as a team toward any common goal (the present included), in arriving at such seemingly-impious answers will hinge almost-thoroughly upon two key clauses of that larger unspoken social contract which maintains its mighty jurisdiction over communications interpersonal:
To deign to begin at a point which is identically other than the known origin, i.e., the very beginning, is to apply the self-same temporal greed which that proverbial king once applied in surmising that he could receive an heir in one-ninth the natural timeline if only nine women were tasked with producing the heir as a collective.
Some things, it is said, truly do require patience; impatience doth not an optimal outcome make.