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The first thing that strikes me as I view this card is the central figure’s eyes; they appear to be wide open, but there is No-thing reflecting back from within. The Beast appears to be doing its level best to take a chunk out of our Green Man’s left leg—all to no avail, as I’m fairly certain the Fool is far too busy with his thoughts… or the lack of them. No amount of primal aggression will prevent the Fool from enjoying every minute of his fall off the cliff, just as no admonition was capable of preventing his stepping off…  it was either meant to be, or a very sharp, swift push from behind... The degree of depth in Crowley’s Fool is staggering upon reflection—so much so that to fully grasp the card I’ll require a good deal of study and meditation—but here’s a shot at the card straight up from my intuition (and my Tarot Journal) The Fool is perfect in his innocence, blind to the suffering of the world not by an act of conscious choice but by virtue of the reality of his newness to everything… his is the fabled “beginner’s mind” of Zen, the child’s eyes as yet unstained by the experience of the collision of a legion of fragmented wills and intentions that exists below the Abyss… the world of form, of me, mine, this and that, where things like greed and power and cruelty exist. To the Fool there is just Now, and All, no separation… doubtful even the thought of identity exists to the Fool as he plummets down into manifestation swift as a summer thunderstorm sends lightning through the air. He is one with the Fall, so busy watching the show before his pure and untainted vision that he knows no pain, no fear, no desire—although all of these things and more await him in the blink of an eye as his journey through the air comes to an end, and another journey begins… “Nothing exists without intelligence.” or “No-Thing exists without intelligence.” Hmm….
The Fool Key 0: Thoth Deck
BY JAMES SELF