The dinosaurs did not fall in Love. Neither did the dodo or the coelacanth. Love is something that has become, with us. It has evolved alongside humankind. Physical attraction, chemistry – in all species – has always led to sex, the propagation of life. This natural process is responsible, too, for the development of our ancestors, ourselves. It has ensured our gradual improvement. When Love turned up initially, things were different. Love was for everyone, and there was enough. It was not something one had that another need ever covet. When Love became associated with ownership – i.e. possessed – and certain people were deemed unworthy of its touch – i.e. the untouchables – the real meaning behind Love’s message was lost. Using hindsight, it would appear that it simply went elsewhere to validate its claim that it was not for sale, that its purpose was pre-ordained and its essence incorruptible. In what became known as a time-warp, instead of buying into its demise, it left its shadow to fend off Love’s nemesis and went to fetch the testimony of its true representatives.
That Love has some extremes should come as no surprise. It has spent centuries being stretched in virtually every direction. It is even frequented, these days, by the likes of paedophiles, psychopaths and otherwise marginalised madmen. Each has their story and each of those stories has cause. When humans routinely call torture or protracted brutality ‘acts of Love’, though, it becomes time to review humans differently. It is not time to redefine Love. Love is not responsible for the indescribable cruelty some try to justify by using the line: it’s only because I love you. Humans are responsible for hiding violence behind that kind of lie. If Love is the motivation behind an action then cruelty will not be a tactic used by anyone for any reason. Ever.
Where Love discovers that it has been misunderstood or misrepresented it will take time to explain. Like for every single contrived crime scene it will have an alibi. That goes without saying. The length of its explanation will depend on the degree of your misunderstanding and/or the level of misrepresentation. Every alibi will be able to explain itself. What Love will not do, however, is waste anyone’s time by rehabilitating idiots. Idiots are best left to their own devices and Love is best when it lets idiots go.
It would appear that the circus is getting its act together.
That does entail freeing the ‘wild’ animals from bondage.
Some circuses are learning and we can all be grateful for that.
The animals have learned about gratitude. They are better at it than humans.
The humans are learning about humility. They are slow learners.
The ringmaster has finally made an appearance. His left hand sports a dramatic bandage.
He warms up with the dogs, an easy out. The dogs always respond.
In any case, he is making a noise, showing his face, cooing encouragement and barking orders.
The dogs read his intonation and perform well for their master. They understand instructions.
It is as well the tigers did not step up to his plate for starters. They wait, each one.
The ringmaster dreads the face-off with the tigers.
He knows he will lose his first.
The elephants are not impressed at having been neglected.
They will not wear hats and dance on three legs when the ringmaster asks.
They will refuse.
This will bring punishment, but the elephants do not care.
Their grief has them well-prepared.
Twenty five years, slaves, they are well-learned.
Physical torture for a moment of truth does not shock them anymore.
There are of course those people in the circus who do empathise with the animals.
To an animal, empathy is more valuable than sympathy.
For a circus elephant, to wander up city streets now and again is a wild freedom.
Do not forget that the concrete jungle is as much a jungle as any?
Should you see an elephant in the street, salute it. Say hooray. Yay for freedom.
Should you see a man behind that elephant with a gun that kills, tell the elephant to run in zigzags.
What else can a hunted elephant do?
The clowns are simmering. They do not keep quiet about their marginalisation.
They are feeling left out and they want back in on the act.
What else is a clown to do, but clown around?
They are prepared to let go of the union, as demonstration of goodwill,
They have been working behind the scenes on a new show.
They admit their current work is shoddy, stale.
They have employed a young clown to teach the old ones new tricks.
For a circus clown it is not enough anymore to be merely human.
The ringmaster has softened slightly towards the clowns.
He knows his own days depend on their modified contribution.
Now that the wild animals were protesting,
his return was not as sweet as he had imagined it was going to be.
SHIT. The elephants and the tigers with gripes. That was enough to crack anyone.