We’re all carnies, though some people are in denial. They want to be above it all, above the mayhem of laughter and people and lights and animals and the dark sadness that lurks in the corners and beneath the rides and in the trailers after hours. So they ride the Ferris wheel, and at the top, they think they’ve left it all behind. They’ve ascended to a place where they can take things seriously. Where they can be taken seriously.
Let them have their moment. You and I can eat our corn dogs and wait and smile. Solomon smiles with us.
The wheel turns. The earth spins and runs its laps. We all go around.
N. D. Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl