THE FOOL
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Arms outstretched, a white rose in one hand and a knapsack in the other, the Fool gazes heavenward not realizing he is about to step off the cliff and fall deep into the chasm. The horizon beckons and a small sack of knowledge is all he carries. He is pure ideal and potential, the white rose, a symbol of his spiritual quest.
He begins his journey with a carefree attitude. Undoubtedly, this is not his first; his lofty vision gained after a long withdrawal. He is free now and the bundle of his past is light. He's forsaken the solitude that so long nourished him and seeks only to share the beauty he's found.
A dog snaps at his elbow to remind him of the sensual pleasures that await. The Fool pays no heed, he prefers to stumble along, open to adventure, not realizing it is almost over. It began when he withdrew from life degraded and broken, wanting only a corner to hide, never thinking he would find his way back. How he managed this return to innocence is the real adventure.
Before him the sweet path of life unfolds. It is time for new thoughts and understanding. Later, he will be depleted once more. Faithless, he will drag the heavy burden of his past and fall deep in the abyss. Not this time, no harm will come to a Fool whose only device is a rose.
Upright: A new beginning, innocence.
Reversed: Journey delayed, cautiousness.
Put your money down, girl, I want to see some green stuff, is the slut's mantra. I've always liked bad girls with their saucy ways and their penchant for shocking behavior. Maybe, just maybe, they're on to something that eludes most. New York City is the only place I know of where you fall in love with her because you are able to survive her adversities, and what's more, to thrive and succeed in spite of them. It's the slut's test.