. The more I think, and reflect about life, the more it strikes how little we need to survive. . But then the question of my life itself baffles me still. In the name of Cups and Wands and Swords and Pentacles. How does one figure out how one wants to ease into the world— in what manner what face what costume what identity shall we assume in this theatrical muse of mass-scale rehabilitation. Searching, for the right attire in a tolerable personality. To eventualize, to officiate, to become A masterpiece— by the hands of time and the wheels of fortune. So that we may be made worthy Maybe, if you were dealt with luck.
Fortune's Fool— How do we know which is the correct way to go sᴉ ǝɥʇ ʇɔǝɹɹoɔ ʎɐʍ oʇ oɓ· in hindsight. To hunt for a halo in the robes of glee while you dwindle in time Abject, at sea.
Cut the chase. Bleed. Heal. Await the haemorhage and its evanescence. And when you approach the Great Finale, Be free. . At any moment of time, we have one foot in the abyss while the other lapses into ecstasy. .