The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
...the whole quiz was only on the Majjor Arcana cards...? Anyway, I got this from Kelly's blog. xP OMG I miss sis-in-law!
Suddenly feel like reading up on Greek mythology again. It's fascinating :DDD But I don't know what books there are on it, and I don't exactly like the jumbled up information online. The Illiad is still untouched in my cupboard. ...because I'm reading LotR now. And hey I want to read the original fairy tales too.. after Louisa told me that they were never meant to be so beautiful and bright in actual but were modified for children. Wow.
(on the Fool tarot card)
The conventional explanations say that the Fool signifies the flesh, the sensitive life, and by a peculiar satire its subsidiary name was at one time the alchemist, as depicting folly at the most insensate stage. When The Fool appears in a spread, he would be a signal to strip down to the irreducible core, and interrogate whether The Querant’s self vision is obscured. It may also be a warning that significant change is coming.
Some comparisons can be made in universal literature, the Fool would be considered the youngest son or daughter who accomplishes great feats despite the older siblings apparent better position. Cinderella, Psyche, Cordelia (from King Lear), all the third sons of kings in fairy tales who succeed when their older brothers do not; the Grail Knight who may be destined to locate the Holy Cup, where greater and wiser men have tried and failed; the one teetering at the edge of Nietzsche’s abyss, at the cusp of dreadful knowledge that will pull him or her out of the cave or even Hamlet before he decides to embrace his destiny.
There is a dog who appears in most versions of the card. The dog, for example, would symbolize the natural world, one path to knowledge and a valuable ally.
Although it cannot be seen in all modern cards, The Fool is often walking off a cliff. This raises the question "Is The Fool making a mistake, or is The Fool making a leap of faith?"
A quote: Gandhi said once, “If you would swim on the bosom of the ocean of Truth, you must reduce yourself to a zero.” The Fool can be seen as that Zero who can swim in the deeper waters up mentioned.
Another issue surrounding the fool is "Who is calling him The Fool?"
Lol, I scrolled down and read the last 3 paragraphs and was thinking of King Lear immediately. Then I read back on the previous few paragraphs and caught King Lear' and Cordelia's names there. x) Ever since I started studying Literature and getting to know Shakespeare's works (shamefully, I have ever only read three of his works and have seen none on the stage itself, but only of videos), my admiration for fools grew. (:
But my favourite character in King Lear would have to be EDGAR! <3 At the start I didn't have a good impression of him, because he was gullible, and did what he was told to do. At that point, my favourite character was Cordelia. But as Quanmin said, throughout the whole Lear experience, Cordelia has appeared just a bit too perfect. Still, I love Cordelia. One of the scenes which moved me to tears even just from reading the script was when a gentleman came in to report Cordelia's response to the letter to Kent. Even though we do not hear and see the action from Cordelia herself, just from the gentleman's speech, we can see Cordelia trying to suppress her feelings and the immense pain she felt at that moment.
I grew to like Edgar more during the A Levels. LOL. Queer timing. But what touched me was when I did the context question, out of not wanting to attempt the essay questions, I analysed and re-analysed Edgar's speech, and I wish I could have time to weep. (Darn I sound so emo.)
Edgar: Come on, sir, here's the place. Stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and yon tall anchoring barque Diminished to her cock, her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge That on the unnumbered iddle pebble chafes Cannot be head, it's so high. I'll look no more, Let my brain turn and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Edgar takes such great pains to describe the non-existent cliff to Gloucester! (I could have read into it too much, but as Mrs. Gan says, reading itself is a creative process. =x) It's as though while he is supposed to sound scared, we can hear this tinge of pain in his voice. While he describes the cliff, it sounds so far down, "so high", but yet so near because of the references to "beetles" and "mice", which are small not because they are far away, but because they are in comparison to humans small. This seems to parallel the distance and relationship between Gloucester and Edgar, because Edgar is so near yet so far, as he is right beside his father, but he cannot reveal his identity to his father.
While Edgar speaks, his speech gradually changes into verse form, and it makes him sound much softer when in his father's presence, and we can see that he has gone through a learning journey of self-discovery, which he is trying to help Gloucester get through as well.
Although Edmund is really charismatic, by the end, Edgar is better loved and more attractive (in my opinion) because he needs no pretense to conjure up those magnificently beautiful and impactful words -- they come from his heart, whereas Edmund plays his charisma to his advantage to gain power.
So far, this is my favourite Shakespearean play, and the language is so powerful, the images so vivid, that they could make me cry any moment even when I am in the best of spirits.
...hmm why did I suddenly plunge into a discussion on King Lear?