A Radiohead Oracle - In Rainbows, OK Computer, and the Tarot

When Radiohead released In Rainbows almost exactly 3 years ago, Puddlegum posted an article picking apart the album's hidden meanings. A series of binary number clues seemed to hint that it was inexplicably linked to their third album, OK Computer, and Puddlegum asserted that if you shuffled the two albums together, the result was a 22-song playlist that was nearly seamless, both musically and thematically.

Naturally whenever I notice anything with 22 parts, I instantly begin looking for associations with the Tarot's 22 trump cards. (Occultists have been playing this game since before the days of even Aleister Crowley and Eliphas Levi.) So, playlist assembled, I simply laid the cards numerically alongside the songs, hoping a few of them might comment interestingly on each other.

What I saw in there really sort of blew my mind.

In many cases, the title alone comments interestingly on the card's meanings. In nearly all cases, the lyrics are uncannily apt. For example, the 22nd card, The Fool (which is usually numbered zero, and so in this case was saved for the very end), features a man stepping toward a precipice with a tiny dog nipping at his heels. The corresponding song, "The Tourist" (ha!) opens with the following lyrics:

It barks at no-one else but me,
Like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
No-one else would know.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.

And so forth! There are a few which are harder to connect than the others, but as I looked at each song I grew more and more excited, seeing an incredible opportunity to use the Tarot as a symbolic key to unlock hidden doors into these wonderful albums (and vice versa, as the lyrics offer a unique, distinctly dystopian commentary to the the deck's already rather apocalyptic narrative). What you will find linked below is the playlist, exactly as presented by Puddlegum in 2007, with a sample lyric and links to individual posts for each song. The posts contain the full songs, plus any additional insight I might have. Construct your own playlist, listen along, and let me know what you hear.

1. Airbag (OK Computer) - The Magician

"In an interstellar burst
I am back to save the universe..."


2. 15 Step (In Rainbows) - The High Priestess

"Did the cat get your tongue?
Did your string come undone?
One by one
One by one
It comes to us all
It's as soft as your pillow..."


3. Paranoid Android (OK Computer) - The Empress

"Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head..."


4. Bodysnatchers (In Rainbows) - The Emperor

"I have no idea what you are talking about
Your mouth moves only with someone's hand up your ass..."


5. Subterranean Homesick Alien (OK Computer) - The Hierophant

"I'd show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be all right
All right
I'm just uptight..."


6. Nude (In Rainbows) - The Lovers

"You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking...

She stands stark naked and she beckons you to bed
Don't go, you'll only want to come back again..."


7. Exit Music [For A Film] (OK Computer) - The Chariot

"Wake from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape
We escape..."


8. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi (In Rainbows) - Strength

"I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead..."


9. Let Down (OK Computer) - The Hermit

"Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it's so, so, disappointing..."


10. All I Need (In Rainbows) - The Wheel of Fortune

"I am the next act waiting in the wings
I am an animal trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore..."


11. Karma Police (OK Computer) - Justice

"This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us..."


12. Fitter Happier (OK Computer) - The Hanged Man

"Like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit..."


13. Faust Arp (In Rainbows) - Death

"Wakey wakey rise and shine
It's on again off again on again
Watch me fall like dominoes
In pretty patterns..."


14. Electioneering (OK Computer) - Temperance

"When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet."


15. Reckoner (In Rainbows) - The Devil

"You are not to blame for
Bittersweet distractor
Dare not speak it's name
Dedicated to all human beings..."


16. Climbing Up The Walls (OK Computer) - The Tower

"And either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls..."


17. House Of Cards (In Rainbows) - The Star

"No matter how it ends
No matter how it starts

Forget about your house of cards
And I'll do mine..."


18. No Surprises (OK Computer) - The Moon

"No alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence..."


19. Jigsaw Falling Into Place (In Rainbows) - The Sun

"Wish away the nightmare
You got the light you can feel it on your back
You got the light you can feel it on your back
Your jigsaw falling into place..."


20. Lucky (OK Computer) - The Last Judgment

"Pull me out of the aircrash,
pull me out of the wake,
'cause I'm your superhero.
We are standing on the edge."


21. Videotape (In Rainbows) - The World

"This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
I'm talking to you after it's too late
From my videotape..."


22. The Tourist (OK Computer) - The Fool

"It barks at no-one else but me,
Like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
No-one else would know.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down."

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"Straight-Acting"

This is the fourteenth installment in a series of short essays inspired by the 22 Trump cards, featuring original artwork by Greg Erskine (Click and scroll down for large version).


I met Earl late one night in 2003 when I was cruising gay chat-rooms on the Internet. Within minutes we figured out that we lived just one block away from each other -- we were typing from less than a hundred feet apart. In the spirit of adventure, he jovially invited me over for a beer. Whatever sexual strings might be attached were not discussed, so I figured I had better be prepared for nearly anything. I wrote down his address on a scrap of paper and left it on my pillow where my roommate could find it if I never turned up again. Three minutes later I was with Earl in his apartment.

He was as handsome as his photograph, a dying art in the world of online hook-ups. He was my age and seemed, in the parlance of hook-up culture, “straight-acting.” Over beers he talked to me a lot about law school and the time he spent studying abroad. He was so warm and engaging that I wasn’t alarmed in the slightest when asked if I “wanted to take some pills” with him. He was just being a good host, I reassured myself. When I demurred he merely shrugged and set to work crushing up the mystery pills with a paperweight on his desk so he could snort them. Already considering the evening’s social experiment a success but not wanting to push my luck, I yawned and made a gracious exit.

Earl and I hung out several more times in short succession, usually over drinks at a local bar. His easygoing nature made it unclear whether he was even remotely attracted to me, and naturally I was reluctant to find out otherwise, so I didn’t push it. When one of my emails and then the follow-up message I sent a few weeks later both went ignored, I figured I had my answer, along with a reminder that chance friendships have their own hyper-accelerated natural life-spans.

Not long ago I met a gentleman at a bar who was from Savannah, Georgia. “I used to know someone from Savannah,” I told him. “Maybe you know Earl?” And that’s how I found out that my old friend had been dead this whole time, nearly six years.

Earl, I learned from my new friend at the bar, came from a prestigious Savannah family for whom a gay son would have been a crushing liability. Well aware that there were eyes and ears and mouths even in New York City that, in one way or another, had connections back home, he was compelled to keep an extremely small and tidy closet. He surrounded himself with beautiful women and straight male friends, publicly dating the former whenever necessary and hiding in plain sight among the latter. Earl avoided making homosexual friends, and had only officially “come out” to one or two people in the whole world. I’d just happened to end up small-talking with one of them.

One evening in 2004, not long after he and I had met for the last time, Earl fell off the roof of an apartment building on the Lower East Side. It was one of those huge parties where people go up to the roof to smoke, and since everyone smokes, everyone is on the roof, laughing and screaming at the skyline and having the time of their over-indulgent young lives. There is drunken horseplay. In rare cases, I have heard, it is possible for a young man, even a second-year student in a prominent law program, to misjudge the true distance between two rooftops, to decide that he could easily leap from one to the other, to inadvertently cast himself into the alleyway like one more crumpled, empty wrapper.

I vividly remember a dream I once had in which my great-grandmother showed up at a family wedding, but refused to come all the way into the chapel. She paced back in forth in the foyer wringing her hands and protesting tearfully that no one had remembered to invite her. It was true, no one had, because she’d been dead for nearly a year. Upon waking up I realized that it was exactly a year ago, to the day, since I'd attended her funeral.

From that morning on, I always sort of assumed that people have a way of unconsciously keeping tabs on one another, even across unpardonable distances. During this encounter with a stranger in a crowded bar, during which our forgotten beers warmed in their bottles, I felt the subtle strings of that web winding around me again. To this stranger I was an important find -- I was proof that Earl had at least been secretly exploring, reaching out over the squalid Internet in the wee hours of the night, making contact, perhaps even having sex. I was evidence that Earl had lived, in some small way, as himself.

For me, there was only a grief gone stale before it could even be felt. Walking home that night I wondered if I’d ever remember anything about Earl except those messages I’d sent over the years, shout-outs no eyes had ever seen. Or the occasional fruitless searches on sites like Facebook -- fruitless because the person I was looking for had long since ceased to exist. It had been so easy to let it go after a few cursory attempts; to release Earl to what I assumed was a busy, illustrious life. If I’d been just a little more curious, I’d have had no trouble finding the page set up by his family to memorialize his “tragic accident.”

It’s hard not to grow bitter, reading those two words repeated over and over in comments posted years ago by people who had never known, would never know the truth. Tragic accident. As if the only the fall itself had been tragic, independent of anything leading up to it. As if some accidents could not be predicted with terrible accuracy by those in possession of more facts.

I wish I’d known them myself when it could have still mattered. But I must admit it was nice of Earl to circle back around anyway, after all this time, to let me know in his way.

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Aesop's Fables - The World

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Wait, didn't I already post something about this very idea not long ago? Yep, which is why I was sorely tempted to assign the World card to an entirely different fable purely out of principle. I was going to run with this one, because the accompanying illustration was so much lovelier and tied in visually with a particularly famous version of the card.

But as much as I try to keep style and substance perfectly balanced, it's an unavoidable fact that the more humbly illustrated fable up above is perfectly on point in its message. The wisdom the man has attained by the end of his life echoes in what you've learned here at the end of your current phase.

Undergoing an intense journey of self-discovery reduces your fundamental elements to their purest form. Just as every stick in the bundle is its own unit, these disparate elements can remain separate even while joining together to create a whole, self-contained world. We only appreciate how true this is at certain rare moments in our lives, and the power of this revelation is what spurs us to set out into the world once more and conform reality to our desires, even as we conform our desires to reality in exchange.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The World

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Aesop's Fables - The Last Judgment

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In today's version of the Judgment card, it's the trumpeter himself who is judged. Let that be a lesson to any of us who feel we are beyond reproach!

That being said, the beautifully concise moral "Words may be deeds" sets us off down the slippery slope which holds us accountable for our own mistakes down to a practically cellular level, regardless of whether this is just.

The post-apocalyptic awakening of souls for judgment that the card usually portrays has fallen out of favor in many modern interpretations, most notably in the Thoth deck version which was renamed "The Aeon." The newer versions describe the great reckoning as a purely internal affair. We judge ourselves, we take "a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves," as they say in AA. Whereas that's only the fourth step in the recovery process, it's the penultimate step in the cycle of Tarot trumps -- once you have endured judgment by the higher power of your choosing, you are free to ascend to the promised land, graduating out of this world and setting out into a new one. (The Tarot's metaphor applies more to life as it's actively being lived than to what comes at the end of it.)

As much as we'd like to rely on ourselves to navigate these proceedings, it can be profoundly helpful to have some sort of person, belief or idea or idea to reach out to, someone who will advocate for us and ensure that the trial we're undergoing is a fair one. Our poor trumpeter certainly learned this the hard way...

Speaking of trumpeters, don't miss this video. Before 22-year-old assistant band director Brandon Franklin was shot dead this last May, he had casually mentioned to his boss that, were he to die, he'd want "all the bands" to play at his funeral. After his tragic shooting, nearly 300 band members assembled in tribute. The resulting cacophony is a wondrous and cleansing thing, perhaps it will move you to turn your gaze inward, to sort out what you can, while you can:

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Last Judgment

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Aesop's Fables - The Sun

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First of all, note to those punks and rogue elements out there who think they might be stronger than the Sun: you totally aren't. I can't believe we are even having this conversation.

As a Tarot card, the Sun represents a time when you are finally able to participate actively, consciously, and joyfully in the work of being yourself. It's a special triumph, a merit badge earned by exploring dark and perilous trails, the hurdles of all the cards that came before it.

With the awareness you gain from reaching this special place, you're certainly better equipped to judge others' efforts -- but you're also in a great position to help those struggling up the path behind you. Enjoy your newfound strength and let it shine on others, I'm sure most of us could use the encouragement.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Sun

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Aesop's Fables - The Moon

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The lessons of The Moon card, like the hard lessons of the nightingale, can only be appreciated in retrospect -- at the actual time of learning we know only loss, uneasiness, and frustration.

This fable seems like it could be merely a dream the laborer was having, an idea reinforced by the accompanying illustration. It makes me think of how many dreams I've awoken from with a profound sense of heartache. Experiences I'd wanted to be real so badly, gifts I'd received, even actual friends I'd made whom I felt profoundly connected to -- all wiped away with the opening of my eyes. One time I found myself crying piteously when I realized I'd spent what felt like days getting to know someone whom I'd never meet again, at least not in this world.

These experiences, however confusing and upsetting, contribute something important to our lives that is difficult to pin down and articulate. They round us out, they inflate our inner worlds to the point where they are barely constrained by reality. Returning to that reality is almost always a let-down, but we return quite changed. Embracing these experiences and wringing meaning from them subtly alters the paths we take in our real lives, uniting our conscious and unconscious minds and inching us forward along the path to self-awareness. When you get there, you'll find plenty of evidence that all your time groping in the darkness and mourning lost dreams was time well-spent.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Moon

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Aesop's Fables - The Star

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The moral of this fable, "Outside show is a poor substitute for inner worth," seems to have been written specifically as a response to the demolition of the Tower in the previous card. It's the mantra that the Star recites out loud in hopes of summoning the courage to set out alone, unprotected, without artifice.

This disembodied, in-between-worlds quality is what makes the Star seem so ethereal and desirable an icon. It's also what fascinates us about real stars -- both the outer-space kind and the Hollywood kind. We gaze at them, memorize them, even worship them; they do not, can not, gaze back.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Star

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Aesop's Fables - The Tower

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When I was growing up my mom hung a cute little placard on the fridge that said "Blessed are the FLEXIBLE, for they shall never BREAK," with the word break spelled out in a shattered-looking typeface.

I couldn't help noticing that even when my mother left my father some years later, the sign stayed up on the fridge for quite a long time afterward; she took very few belongings with her when she moved. Periodically my sisters and I would ask if she wanted us to bring her some of these things -- heirlooms, keepsakes, things that were undeniably hers. Her yearbooks. Her china.

"No," she'd say quietly, "That was part of my old life." And that would be the end of the conversation.

In reference to the end of her own marriage, my aunt Judy wrote: "The break, when it came, was so swift and clean that sometimes I dream I went walking in the coulee behind the ranch house and emerged on the far side of the mountains."

I find that obscurity, as mentioned in the fable pictured above, is hardly the quality that set the reed apart from the mighty tree, nor is it a quality that saves anyone from anything -- though it does keep people from receiving the help they may need in a crisis. The two plants seem equally smug about their respective abilities to withstand the storm, but in the end neither has any more control over their structural integrity than you or I do.

Far less, in fact. As humans we're able to overcome more physical limitations in our own lifetime than any other organism in the history of the world. We have the advantage of pulling up our own roots when we see the storm coming -- if we see it coming.

The Tower card is an emblem of these emergency adaptation procedures. Whether or not you manage to avoid the lightning strike is irrelevant: you will not always be as you are now. If you cultivate flexibility as you go, the inevitable upheavals will be less likely to shake you to the core.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Tower

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Aesop's Fables - The Devil

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By picking apart perfectly conventional behavior and making a case for how irrational or illogical it seems, the satyr here plays his role as trickster archetype to a tee. It's just a shame that his offer of food and shelter turns out to be nothing but a game to play with desperate, unwitting humans, right?

But ultimately it's our job, not the trickster's, to tie up the loose ends in our nature, to reason and rationalize. He points out our silliness, and we decide whether it's something to be corrected, embraced, or ignored. If we accept his handiwork at face-value, we just get outraged and completely miss the point.

I thought about this after watching Lars Von Trier's most recent film, Antichrist. (It's still not available on dvd in the US, but you can watch instantly on Netflix!) Maybe you heard the spoilers that were freely circulated about the film's sensational moments of sexual violence? Just in case, I won't repeat them here.

Von Trier is a provocateur, but he isn't the kind of manipulator who yanks one way in order to force the audience to yank back in the other. There are no easy answers to the questions he raises, there is no "right" reaction. As a culture we too often prefer for our artists to do all the thinking for us; we've been trained to respond poorly to narratives which are open-ended or which refuse to fully resolve the emotional disturbances they trigger. We don't mind being directed to examine our own dark side as long as we're already pretty sure what we'll see there, and we hate (HATE) the idea of some smug jerk out there reveling in his moral or intellectual superiority.

One of my favorite interpretations of Antichrist is that it's a response from Von Trier to those who have accused him of misogyny based on films such as Dogville and Dancer in the Dark. The heroine of Antichrist, played by Charlotte Gainsbourg, reveals to her husband that she believes women are inherently evil. By introducing an openly misogynist female character -- who may or may not be a mouthpiece for the director's own ideas -- Von Trier demonstrates his awareness of the debate already in progress, and adds considerable depth to it, all without insulting our intelligence with any platitudes or pat answers.

It's just like what wicked queen Sigourney Weaver says at the end of Snow White: A Tale of Terror when young miss thing accused her of having no heart: "That's too simple." Hate her, Von Trier, or any other morally-ambivalent trickster all you like, but she's got that part right.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Devil

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Aesop's Fables - Temperance

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I selected some of these fables because of how perfectly they dovetail with a certain card's traditional meaning or imagery. In several cases, though, the fable zigs where the Tarot zags, resulting in an combination that reads a bit like a reversed (or upside down) card.

The Temperance card seems to have been designed explicitly to counter Aesop's message. It's as if our angel heard the pots' conversation, walked out across the water to retrieve them, and then proceeded to show them how to keep company, uniting them in a common purpose while holding them delicately apart, meanwhile judging the strengths and weaknesses of each.

This card actively encourages experimenting with seemingly opposite qualities, blending them to see what will emerge. Are the they truly at odds, or do they represent two extremes on the same scale? Often you will find that the strong and the weak may keep very good company indeed, may even become indistinguishable from each other. Or perhaps the term "strong" will prove subjective to the point of becoming utterly meaningless.

Whatever the results of this process, no important discoveries (whether personal or scientific) would be possible without it.

Previously On Arcanalogue: Temperance

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Aesop's Fables - Death

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I think Aesop misses the mark here. The old laborer wouldn't necessarily be sorry if his wish had been gratified; he'd just be dead.

The real lesson of this fable seems to be about our inability to measure our own readiness as it pertains to crossing certain thresholds. At the critical moment, at the jump-or-don't-jump point, we never feel ready. Later on, whether we jumped or we didn't, we hardly remember being given a choice.

My friend Chris can attest to this; he went skydiving recently with his boyfriend, and there's a really good picture of him taken at the critical point, right at the door of the airplane. You can tell just by looking at him that he's not even really there -- his mind has been blown and he's as blank as a ping-pong ball. It's obvious that whatever happened next, whether he leaped into the sky or clawed his way back into the recesses of the plane, it would be done automatically, half-consciously at best.

Chris and I have laughed together at this bug-eyed picture on many occasions. I'd like it's the exact same expression that the old laborer had on his face when Death suddenly appeared in the form of a grisly skeleton:



But you know, ultimately Chris did jump. And so will you, too... when you are truly ready, or are given no other choice.

Previously On Arcanalogue: Death

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Aesop's Fables - The Hanged Man

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This is one of those fables I really took to heart as a child; it just seemed like the sort of thing that might really happen to me if I didn't watch out.

I think the important lesson here as it pertains to the Hanged Man is that we ought not trust our own intentions toward others when we're in a bind (metaphorically or otherwise). You aren't exempt from acting like a human being just because you're temporarily backed into a corner or swinging upside down; take that extra moment to reflect and gather yourself before you decide to inflict your "difficulties" on anyone else.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Hanged Man

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Aesop's Fables - Justice

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The moral of this fable, "Vices are their own punishment," should be etched in marble in front of every church and every courthouse in the nation. It is merely the flip side of "Virtues are their own reward," and yet what a difference that flip makes.

But what the story itself describes is how easily and readily humans use rules and laws against each other, brandishing them like weapons despite the fact that most of them were invented to protect people from harm. Reading today about the "worst divorce ever" made me wonder whether things had changed at all since Aesop's time.

Previously On Arcanalogue: Justice

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Aesop's Fables - The Wheel of Fortune

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As Hercules helpfully points out, the Waggoner has become so reliant on the strength of others (his horses) that he overlooks what he himself may contribute to the situation, he forgets the value of own strength. Maybe that extra push will be enough to get them all out of the mud, and maybe it won't -- but let's not invoke the gods (or demigods) until all earthly possibilities are exhausted, okay? Wasting divine intervention on something like this is ridiculous. It's like using one of your three wishes to make the genie do your laundry.

As an emissary of the Fortune card, this fable reminds you of the role you play in the formation of your own destiny, whether or not you believe in any higher power. You have to meet all opportunities half way. And when it comes to people (or demigods) assisting you in your struggles, they'll be more impressed by the evidence of your effort than by the sound of your whining.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Wheel Of Fortune

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Aesop's Fables - The Hermit

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As a child I had great sympathy for the bat; if there was truly to be no conflict between the birds and the beasts, he should have been welcome at either table. The hypocrisy on both sides was appalling.

As an adult, I've reconsidered my stance. The bat's identity politics are rather frustrating -- why would he tell the birds he's a beast, and then still go try to party with them afterward? It's one thing to deliberately test social boundaries, but his self-pitying sigh at the end seems to indicate he has taken all this rather personally, and I find this kind of contrariness to be exhausting in people as well as bats.

Like in the fable I associated with the Lovers, what we have here seems to be an inability to commit to a single course of action. Does the bi-curious bat really feel he is neither here nor there, or is he simply unable to make up his mind? His actions after peace is declared suggest the latter. One also has to wonder why he hasn't initiated any friendships with other bats. Or flightless birds, for that matter, or even octopi.

So it appears to me that the bat's solitude is a self-induced condition, whether or not he'd care to admit it. Meanwhile, he has all the makings of an Aesopian hero of independence and specialization -- now all he has to do is realize it, and act accordingly.

Walking the Hermit's path is hard work, and it's not for those who rely on attention (positive or otherwise) from others to fuel their introspection. Reach inward! For those already on the path who are looking for the off-ramp, remember this: we often actively contribute to our own isolation from others in ways we're not altogether aware of, even if it's companionship or understanding we crave. Reach outward!

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Hermit

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Aesop's Fables - Strength

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One thing about these fables that blew my mind as a kid was how certain astonishing details were presented casually, with zero explanation. For example, you are just grubbing along trying to make a living and then one day a lion decides he wants to marry your daughter. It's the kind of thing that would never occur to a parent to worry about. Or, as the story tactfully says, "The old people did not know what to say."

Even as a child I knew I'd like this story more if the lion had actually gotten the girl in the end. It is never really explained why the lion is considered an unsuitable mate; he's a king, he socializes with humans fairly well, he goes to great lengths to prove his devotion. In fact, the girl's feelings for the lion are never mentioned, and no contact between them is ever described. I'd like to consider the Strength card either a prequel or sequel to the actual tale, in which we witness their initial meeting -- or perhaps their elopement.

Previously On Arcanalogue: Strength

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Aesop's Fables - The Chariot

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The message here as it relates to the Chariot is twofold. First, we have the lesson that the horse learns about shortsightedly sacrificing one's independence, a warning which any potential charioteer ought to heed. We often sign contracts and forge alliances in the heat of the moment, only later realizing to what we've been bound.

Then there's the man's perspective, which demonstrates how a disinterested party can ride the wave of others' conflicts and reap their benefits. It's common to regard this behavior as evil, but look at what card this is! No one puts on all that armor and charges off across the countryside purely because of the beautiful Spring weather. Even if he's committed to doing good deeds -- going rescue missions, for example -- the Chariot isn't a harbinger of peace. If he sees the chance to perform a slam dunk, he will totally use your back as a ramp:

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Chariot

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Aesop's Fables - The Lovers

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"The Man and His Two Wives" impressed me as a child because of the polygamy angle, but I have a particular appreciation for it now as an adult coping with trichotillomania.

I've posted before about how early versions of the Lovers card showed a man choosing between two women (as opposed to the done deal portrayed in other decks). If the card is meant to signify choosing between Virtue and Sensuality, then it appears that the man in our fable has waffled on the question and failed to make that choice. Having surrendered, he is subject to the caprices of both women, passively allowing himself to be plucked bald.

Thus, the fable offers an interesting elaboration on the card's challenge: whatever you're going to choose, you'd better get around to doing it while the matter is still in your hands. Everyone knows that of the two we're supposed to choose Virtue, but perhaps it's less damnable to actively explore the wrong choice than it is to lose the agency required to make any decisions at all.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Lovers

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Aesop's Fables - The Hierophant

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This is one of the few tales in the book that does not provide a succinct moral in medieval typeface at the end. If I had to write one, what would it be? How about this:

"Our successes often arrive at their expense of our beliefs."

I'm reminded of Laurie Anderson's story about the Egyptians using mummy rags to power their steam engines:



"They burned their ancestors for fuel." It sounds so disrespectful, but time is such a erosive force that virtually anything from the past that adds momentum to the present must be considered a viable resource. The Hierophant is any figure who arbitrates this process, bridging the gap between history and the current moment, between the esoteric and the immediate.

He's not what you'd call a safe and transparent figure, because he will never offer any information that could possibly lead to his being deposed. In this way, he often serves just as much as an obstacle as he does as a conduit. Sure, those coins emerged at a crucial moment, but they'd also been sitting there uselessly all along while the man endured constant hardship. Eliminating the middle-man was obviously a wise decision in this case.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Hierophant

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Aesop's Fables - The Emperor

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A fairly self-explanatory read for the Emperor card, which itself encourages the exertion of authority, wealth, judgment, and reason. You could substitute any of those words into the moral and still be thinking like an emperor: "______ unused might as well not exist." No one who sets out to build an empire ever knows peace for more than a few days at a time; each new campaign carries forward into the next one, and so forth until the last proud, ragged breath.

If the miser had begun investing his gold as he earned it, perhaps he'd be a mighty nobleman by now. Of course there's always the chance he would have lost everything along the way. But since he did anyway, it was hardly a risk he couldn't afford to take.

Previously On Arcanalogue: The Emperor

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