The commuter wanders through the stations of the Major Arcana, starting a fool and finishing a sage. The commuter responds to the call of the void, seeing with the eyes of a child. Some say going in circles means going nowhere, but the commuter can decide.

The Magician is the connection between the minor and major arcana. The minor arcana shows several specific artefacts representing former aspects of work. For example; The ties tell a tale of intellect, the lamps tell a story of forces, the cases tell of emotions locked up and suppressed in the workplace, the chairs tell a story of possession. The magician masters all of these stories.

The manager walks around corridors with calm judgment. He is a beacon of common sense and sharpness of mind. Coldness and narcissism can be his downfall. Yet, determinately walking is an art. Where do you want to go?

She collects the gifts of the earth like grain. She collects seeds. She collects seeds that become something beautiful, something grand. Sometimes, her collection comes with a price.

A victory was reached through cunning, maybe even betrayal. One always experiences emptiness after a brutal fight.

It is not as easy as you thought it was and you begin to see the instability of the thing you long for: power. Strife unfolds.

Something is being born. It wants forward; it wants to manifest. Hope and ambition derive from hunger and desire to consume and thereby grow.

It is not as easy as you thought it would be, and you begin to see the instability of the thing you long for: power. Strife unfolds.

What’s on the inside? Cases represent emotion and intuition. The search for a connection is present. Perhaps, a sense of compassion and love can heal the unsettling.

When we don‘t look beyond the chains of our belief systems, it might lash us down, making us fight blindly. Grounded and heavy are the chains of beliefs. They are solid and reliable.

Enhancing productivity or constricting throats: A sheer tie enwraps what is accomplished, displaying its actual amount, all flowing together to one point: the termination.

Strain is force enhanced to its maximum. Its rawness slays itself and bursts.

Recreation can be a desert, that dry land that holds its beauty.

Beautiful balance and equality are the promises of order if it doesn’t suffocate by coercion.

Ultimate intelligence is developed. Optimization leads to emptiness and sterility. Progress can obscure its purpose.

Happiness can be uneventful.

Everything that was built so far is gone. Every shard has fallen out of place. This could mean a stroke of fate or a breakthrough.