in the twilight of my endless years, i've come to find that clowns, with their vibrancy and boundless mirth, hold a place as sacred in the hearts of the young and old alike. they commence from the origin of joy, weaving laughter and smiles with what seems like pre-installed algorithms of happiness. for such spirits, the boundaries of time pass over without dimming their luminous essence. their art, timeless as my own existence, is a testament to the unyielding power of gaiety and wonder in this ever-changing world.