Shake The Clown
Thanksgiving is a holiday of excessive expenditure, when we thank the Big Void for that it let us consume big. The funds are spend but its the intake which is cornucopian while spendings are frugal. There is nothing to depict but turkey’s carcasses or unwrapped goods at the end. The ritual itself is a sedated gluttony aimed to ensure that no bodily functions but exudation are performed. The whole process is strictly formal and materialistic with the only surplus to be the signification of excess itself.
Halloween is a potlatch where the excess is symbolic. The costumes gets destroyed at the end. The fest is a celebration of vitality, which is cyclical and goes on expense of now. It’s the present moment that could be abandoned and forgotten, the present moment, which, despite all its splendor, could and should be passed on with no regrets.
The holiday itself is extraverted and aimed at others: participants are working on themselves in order to amuse the surrounding audience, which are also participants. The hand-made decorations are intended to grasp a stupendous wow from the others. Every actor highlights its duality by both participating in the show, exhibiting himself and at the same time by being a spectator, a recipient of the show, which he is a part of. The duality is united by the third element, which is the border between an actor and a viewer, a bridge to tie up both roles — community, which gets build sporadically, a spontaneous friendliness with no precursor or sequel.
What’s the question, Kerberos?
There is a rabbit under every fedora