The Fool (0)

He chewed enough wood

Though not yet was he sated

The road called his name


A youth walks out upon a rock ledge. The day is beautiful. The sun is shining. His gaze points to the clear sky, exultant in the crisp scent of the ocean as he takes the first step on a journey. His red feather is desire and the white rose in his hand is the purity of heart and innocence of this asexual, uncallous, serene, young person.

A white dog nips at his heels as though it frantically asks him to turn back. “Don’t you know how hard you could fall? Anything could happen out there on this journey,” the dog pleads. “Let’s go back to our camp. We have it good, and we are comfortable there.”

But he goes on. He has prepared well, as shown by the bindle he wears over his shoulder.

There is only one other place in the Rider-Waite Tarot where a white dog appears; the 10 of pentacles shows an elder in floral garb who has a pair of white dogs sitting at his feet, obeying his command. In the Fool, it is his will, unformed, trying to hold him back, whereas in the 10 of pentacles the dogs have grown and matured to obey their masters’ every command.

He is blind to the initial fall that awaits at his next step. No matter how prepared we may feel we are for life’s disasters, we must remember that they are a very central part of the journey. As much as avoiding the falls on our journey, we must inure ourselves to an understanding that the falls will be there no matter what, and often they will look nothing like what we have prepared ourselves for. How we pick ourselves up after these crises help define which of the major arcana we will embody from that point forward. For now? We can and will be anything we set our mind to. He is nothing but the potential to be anything.