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What does it mean that you chose Death, the horrible, scythe bearing image of our profoundest fear, the fear that gives force and meaning to all lesser fears? Are you brave or desperate? Or are you simply a realist who recognizes that the grave awaits us all, as unlikely or terrifying as that prospect seems now?

Or did you intuitively recognize that in choosing the alternative card to The Fool that you were liberating yourself from a world of illusions: stupid and ineffectual violence, mad isolation, and the vain pursuit of significance, which is the abyss of all vanity: the soul's analogy to the body's death?

Choosing death is not necessarily choosing suicide or murder. When you choose an abstraction, you are still free to decorate that abstraction with your own "good" particulars. As Wallace Stevens writes, "Death is the mother of beauty." Perhaps the choice of death could be your means to sainthood.

On the other hand, choosing a corrupt "particular" may land you in an even worse abstraction than death. Click on Continue Your Journey to see!

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