The War on Tarot
I sat on concrete, fearing the truth as a child fears the monsters under the bed, yet interested all the same. It was my first time, and there probably won't be many of those left to me. She warned me that these things work on a subconscious level and may only make sense in days and weeks to come.
She laid down the cards one at a time: The Knight of Cups, the Moon, the Fool, Justice, some others... Its hard to remember. I drank too much. My head was fogged.
She looked at the cards, and her hovering hands drew invisible lines and half-circle connections between them as they passed from one to the next. When she spoke, she told the sorry tale of my existence as if the last chapter of the book of my soul was written on my face in Large Print. I suddenly felt the power, like a mystical spotlight aimed at the black hole where my heart should have been. It was too much truth. I had to get away.
I stood up and walked away before any more cards were laid down. I heard voices call out, but I couldn't respond. The cards were still there, in my head: The Knight of Cups, the Moon, the Fool, Justice...
I am a celestial body perpetually eclipsed by all the brighter stars. If we make our own heavenly destinies, why did I choose this decaying orbit in the shadow of others? Vitam regit fortuna, non sapientia.
“The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure.”- Sven Goran Eriksson
“Fortune knocks at every man's door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her”- Mark Twain
My Achilles Heel is my head, and too many know it about me.
She laid down the cards one at a time: The Knight of Cups, the Moon, the Fool, Justice, some others... Its hard to remember. I drank too much. My head was fogged.
She looked at the cards, and her hovering hands drew invisible lines and half-circle connections between them as they passed from one to the next. When she spoke, she told the sorry tale of my existence as if the last chapter of the book of my soul was written on my face in Large Print. I suddenly felt the power, like a mystical spotlight aimed at the black hole where my heart should have been. It was too much truth. I had to get away.
I stood up and walked away before any more cards were laid down. I heard voices call out, but I couldn't respond. The cards were still there, in my head: The Knight of Cups, the Moon, the Fool, Justice...
I am a celestial body perpetually eclipsed by all the brighter stars. If we make our own heavenly destinies, why did I choose this decaying orbit in the shadow of others? Vitam regit fortuna, non sapientia.
“The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure.”- Sven Goran Eriksson
“Fortune knocks at every man's door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her”- Mark Twain
My Achilles Heel is my head, and too many know it about me.