"Maybe growing older and grayer and I dare say more imperfect with a wild hair or two or fifteen, makes us human. As in no more masks or make-up, only the raw bones and skull and grit; the gristle behind the bandages and taped up gauze that time and yes, sorrow, allows us to peel off like a gift. We are real and we are alive. Through toil and trouble, failures and fears...we will persevere."

                                                                               

                                                                           -Send in the Clowns