The Secret of the Circus Figmental
Have you ever heard anyone say
that the greatest secret is that there is no secret at all?
Has it always rung in your ear as a little hollow?
It’s one of those things that’s probably true from some angle, but who cares?
The biggest number is not actually a number. It’s a vegetable.
The craziest story ever told was never told.
East is West, West is East, North is South, and,
for no reason anyone has been able to discern,
South is a particularly enticing
if slightly otherworldly shade of green.
The greatest secret of the Circus
is that the Circus never “comes to town”.
The Circus is already here.
It’s always here.
The world of strange and mysterious wonders is never, ever far away.
Every door is a flap that leads into the great Circus Tent.
Every opportunity is three rings of adventure and showmanship.
Every possible amazement exists
to be doubled, tripled, made more impossible.
Someone out there has taken too many of our nightmares and sworn they’re real.
We’re not here to argue with other realities.
But we haven’t seen that one bring much happiness, joy,
even utility or functionality.
So we’ll offer this version instead:
The World may be Deadly, but it’s also Death-Defying.
Sometimes this timeline might be the Worst, but at any moment,
we might have an opportunity to see the Biggest, the Best, the Most Magnificent.
If our travels take us on a high wire, there’s more than just the fear of falling;
there’s the fierce pride of effort and the exhilaration if our attempt succeeds!
The Greatest Secret is that there is a very big secret indeed.
The Greatest Show in the Universe is all around us, and you’ve got a lifetime ticket.
— JeffMachWrites / Circuspunk