Channing wins. I leave you with my final track.
XXI. The World
She appears as a radiant androgyne, neither wholly male nor female, suspended within an immense laurel wreath that binds heaven and earth in perfect circumference. Her body is draped only in a violet scarf that floats like living smoke, a symbol of the spiritual veil now transcended. In her hands she lightly balances two wands, one of earth and one of heaven, their tips touching to form an unbroken circuit of energy. She dances at the still center of the turning cosmos, the axis mundi made flesh.
Encircling the wreath are the four fixed signs of the zodiac, the guardians of the quarters: the Bull of Taurus, the Lion of Leo, the Eagle of Scorpio, and the Man of Aquarius. Once wild and separate, they now gaze inward in serene accord, testifying that every element, every temperament, every opposing force has been reconciled. Above and below, clouds part like theater curtains, revealing the boundless indigo of eternity.
This is not merely completion; it is apotheosis. The World is the moment when the soul, having traversed every trial, every illusion, every death and rebirth of the preceding twenty cards, recognizes itself as the dance and the dancer, the journey and the destination. Time folds into timelessness. The labyrinth becomes a mandala. The seeker and the sought collapse into a single, luminous Now.
In her presence, all dualities dissolve: inner and outer, mortal and divine, beginning and end. She is the cosmic egg cracked open, the great work accomplished, the return to the Garden with eyes wide open. The wreath is both crown and cradle; the dance is both arrival and eternal departure.
To draw The World is to stand upon the summit of existence and behold the universe smiling back at you, whole, holy, and wholly yours. It is the quiet, exultant whisper that says: You were never lost. You have come home, and home was always within you.
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