Preaching to the wrong choir
‘She left me,’ the man said, and I went, ‘well, yeah, what do you expect? You insisted on giving the perfect woman unsolicited sermonizing lessons, and she went, fuck this.’
Sigh. One we both heard. Of regret.
So, three great cards, but in this context it was all about having made the wrong choice, and hence reflecting now on the consequences of giving unsolicited sermons to the wrong person.
Justice in the wings, looking on, participates in the same tune here, signalling not what is right, but getting what one deserves.
Being left by the perfect woman with a lavish gesture at that must hurt extra hard, but then why can’t some popes realize that not all are cut out for receiving the admonishing finger? Some women simply know better, having the clarity of many suns above their heads, which means that the last thing they need to hear is some righteous talk that goes nowhere.
Perhaps what I should have said to the man I was reading for, but I didn’t, was something related to the virtue of signaling ‘unvirtue’ for a change. Some of us are simply tired of all the virtues going around in the name of ‘look at me now, how saintly I am…’ But since the reading was not about me and my preferences, I left it at that, though I did think it to myself, when I saw the line up here.
More to develop on this in the club, since we have a club, but suffice it to say that not all the good cards on the table also deliver the good news.
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Once more around the block with Romeo…
I never tire of referring people to Tarot for Romeo and Juliet: Reflections on Relationships as it hits the nail on the head every time.
This is the last silk copy in the limited edition of 193.
