We have to start somewhere.
A simple seeker was lost in thought. What thought? She was meditating
on The Fool, the Tarot’s anti-hero, or so he seems to be, at least as
he begins his journey through Life. He isn’t even given a number, unless
zero can be considered as such.
Like herself, or as she sometimes is, he seems to be full of high hopes
and self-confidence. But, again, as she once was …
How are you any different, now?
I don’t quite fit the picture any more, if I ever did.
In what way?
The Fool, at the beginning of his journey, has no real life experience
and is totally unaware of personal dangers, let alone those that are
waiting for him, somewhere down the line. He’s lost in thought, enjoying
the perfume of the rose in his hand. He doesn’t see the cliff he is
about to step off, into a high…
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