3 sevens an arc we travel- Yet I the fool trudge merrily on. Through death or despair, never learned to beware, I just march on. I am fascinated by this article B. Symbo’s meaning as keys to doors unlocked, a gateway maybe, and the eyes we have may not see the door if we foolishly gaze the wrong way, with or without our own effort.
3 sevens an arc we travel- Yet I the fool trudge merrily on. Through death or despair, never learned to beware, I just march on. I am fascinated by this article B. Symbo’s meaning as keys to doors unlocked, a gateway maybe, and the eyes we have may not see the door if we foolishly gaze the wrong way, with or without our own effort.
What is thought?? A fools folly.
What is life???? A fools folly.
What is love??? A fools folly.
These are the questions to be asked! How to cross these thresholds as we find our way through the choices presented via the archetypes.