I find there is an honesty demanded in clowning, a brutal honesty and a commitment to each fleeting moment- each fleeting impulse that drives the clown’s antics. You can’t lie in clown- well, I mean you can, but the audience will know, and they will not find you funny. They will not even find you sad. They will not connect with you, if you lie- you have only the truth, no matter how selfish, childish, ugly or hilarious the truth is. The clown is the soothsayer, the rune reader of the immediate moment and present company. I suspect that this is what makes Clowns both funny and scary.