Really, I have no idea where this is going but what the heck.. its run by a shipload of psychos on a cruise to nowhere…
What I do know is that the tarot structure is crumbling under the scrutiny of the disturbed mind; the world looks upside down from where I stand and its swirling round and round in ribbons of rusty gold.
I invited the Jester to take the throne. Why? Because irritated geniuses are the tricky, twisted funnymen. Witty dream-assassins on a perpetual psychopathic high. He snuck up when no one’s looking and snatched the head off the King’s heir. Then ran off laughing before the blood turned cold.
In the book of Life, IV is the number of Kings and Emperors; while Death is numbered XIII. Humble is the servant who serves his Lord but the King is not the Lord; and the Jester is never humble before the King.
If he played Death and played it well, then let him play the role of King and we’ll see how well the Jester holds the number 4.
The beast was here all along…