Appearing ready to head out on his new adventure the fool is dressed for success. He has the tools necessary to manage the rough terrain (his trip to his local outdoors enthusiasts shop was a success!). He has the stars of fortune aligned just right and the good omen of a white rabbit to herald that first step.
He has been blindfolded…or has he blindfolded himself? So as to not see the vast (and perhaps terrifying) landscape ahead of him? He could be the hero of his own quest if he would only reach up and unbind his eyes. Would he still forge ahead, or recognize the futility of what lies in front of him? Is his delusional imagination behind eyes firmly shut, the only thing that will propel him cautiously forward? Or does he suspect that the reality is just too daunting to bear?
How will he know what he is truly capable of unless he takes the blinder off? Would his authentic self shine through, digging deep into the recesses of his heart and mind for the kind of strength unimagined by him before, and a new voice in his head saying, “You can do this!”. Yes, the Fool is now miraculously transformed into the HERO, the kind where no Dragon’s dare approach and in front of whom vestal virgins swoon and fawn. The HERO is now a man of renown, having accomplished what others failed to do, he has earned respect, status and most importantly, love.
The most terrifying action yet to be completed is to raise his arm and remove the veil…only his ego, telling him stories of others who have failed before him holds him back from that long and painful reach. An ego that needs the HERO to stumble blindly…to trip and fall and perhaps even die, so that the EGO can whisper softly…”I told you so, you fool”.