The conscientious Clown is the master of the universe, for everyone else who is not one, is a slave to the Mob. We each are born with an invisible contract tethered to the Social Tapestry, The Tribe, The City, The Nation, The Race The Religion, and The Like. The Mob does not act like the River that meanders across eons but moves like a school of minnow whose vissisitudes are as transient as your blink, whose transformations do not take aim like larvae to butterfly, but whose asynchronous movements are governed by one Invisible Tyrant and a mass of slaves.
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