What the Fool exhales, the Fool inhales.
There is no feminine for Fool.
In the Descents, the sex of the Fool alternates.
The inner strives to become the outer.
The Outworld others are self-reflected.
Seeing others as the Self, the soul seeks to make amends.
Balanced again, the Fool descends.
New thoughts become wrought deeds.
All below is image, and names perish.
The Virgin in the Fool's eye does not perish.*
The Virgin Waters generate their own light.
Without separation, there is no illumination.
-- From "The Zelator, The Secret Journals of Mark Hedsel".
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