Their wardrobe doesn’t let you confuse them for a member of the audience.
They both stand slightly apart.
Not because they’re better, but because they’re playing a role:
One to reveal the sacred, the other the ridiculous.
Both let you see the routine -
One as part of some profound mystery,
The other as part of some strange prank.
They don’t offer certainty, exactly.
They offer perspective.
One through reverence, the other through ridicule.
And if they’re good at what they do,
You leave the room slightly less sure of how things must be -
And slightly more aware of how many possibilities remain.
So if this blog sometimes sounds like a sermon and sometimes like a setup for a punchline…
That’s because I’ve always felt the priest and the jester had more in common than they’re usually allowed to admit.
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