cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well

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holding hands while the walls come tumbling down

sunday xxx

the first line, undivided, shows one ready to move with confused steps, but he treads at the same time reverently, and there will be no mistake.

nevertheless, brethren, i have written the more boldly unto you in some sort, as putting you in mind, because of the grace that is given to me of god

the past: four of cups (luxury): Being surrounded by love and devotion but taking it for granted. ignoring the real and longing for the indefinable. apathy and disengagement from the world. dissatisfaction with the condition and direction of affairs, but the inability to accept new opportunities.

the future: king of swords, when reversed: the dark essence of air, such as a gray sky: a mature leader of unyielding ethics and absolute authority. an incorruptible judge, whose devotion to the letter of the law cannot be swayed by emotion, mercy, or exigent circumstances. perfect clarity of thought, excessive use of force, and mastery of language as a tool for deception. one who, like a great tyrant, inspires not love or devotion, but fear, respect, and obedience.

"as you will, my friend," i replied; "but quickly now, head first, while i cover your retreat."
he hesitated a little at that word, for never before in his whole life of continual strife had he turned his back upon aught than a dead or defeated enemy.
"haste, tars tarkas," i urged, "or we shall both go down to profitless defeat; i cannot hold them for ever alone."

"first," said he, "i will make a calculation to ascertain our exact position. i hope, after our return, to draw a map of our journey, which will be in reality a vertical section of the globe, containing the track of our expedition."

force is a great weakness.

breaking early sunday morning
you're not the sun
you're not my church
i still hold some self-control

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