Rabalasian Mutterings of the Meta-sane

Send in the Trickster

We have relegated our clowns to the nursery and they will have their revenge.

Tricksters dare to uncover that which remains hidden. That which must be suppressed in order to maintain stasis. They revel in change and are defined by it.

Recognizing this, most cultures treat their tricksters with awe and respect. Change after all makes life more difficult.

Growth however, is change. Ignoring our clowns is a symptom of a rampant spiritual stagnation and more and more people are finding the painted countenance filling them with fear. The longer the stagnation, the more the turbulence when the damn finally breaks.

What? This doesn't turn you on?