Le Chromé
The Chromed Man
If we understand Le Mat (The Fool) as the zero card of the Tarot deck and the others laid out in a horizontal line in sequence from left to right, it will be found that the Fool is walking toward the other trumps as though about to pass through the various cards.
On the other hand, Le Chromé (The Chromed Man) might be seen as the ending of a cycle. A fool who has already walked through his adventure, but that still turns out nothing more than a fool with a colored background.
He walks back through the night, reflecting on his journey. Bringing himself back to the beginning in order to start the walk again, in search for the answers to his riddles.
On the other hand, Le Chromé (The Chromed Man) might be seen as the ending of a cycle. A fool who has already walked through his adventure, but that still turns out nothing more than a fool with a colored background.
He walks back through the night, reflecting on his journey. Bringing himself back to the beginning in order to start the walk again, in search for the answers to his riddles.
The trumpet's blast represents the Creative World that frees Men of their terrestrial limits and gives light to the stars and dreams that hang above the Chrome Man.
The field in which death reaps is the universe, reminding Le Chromé that all things growing out of earth shall be cut down and return to earth again and that time is the most important of tools to manage.
Disposed around the grounds are a sword, a cup, a gold coin and a club. Unless the Chrome Man decides to pick one up, he shall always be a jack of all trades and a master of none.
Disposed around the grounds are a sword, a cup, a gold coin and a club. Unless the Chrome Man decides to pick one up, he shall always be a jack of all trades and a master of none.
Far away, bathed by light is Le Bateleur (The Magician) indicating the entire fabric of creation to be but a dream, existence a juggling of divine elements, and life a perpetual game of hazard.
The seeming miracles of Nature are but feats of cosmic sleight of hand.
Man is like the little ball in the hands of the juggler, who waves his wand and the ball vanishes.
Le Hecatoncheires
The Hundred-Handers
Le Hecatoncheires, or the Hundred-Handers, is a giant creature with fifty heads. Fifty different perspectives may be useful, but sometimes you may feel like you're wandering in the mist or like you've lost your way.
It's good to stop and think, revaluate priorities and try to put yourself in someone else's shoes. But it's not a good state of mind to infinitely dwell on. You will always be unable to move forward without having chosen a direction.
You have to make a decision eventually.
It's good to stop and think, revaluate priorities and try to put yourself in someone else's shoes. But it's not a good state of mind to infinitely dwell on. You will always be unable to move forward without having chosen a direction.
You have to make a decision eventually.
