In the tiled room at the feet of the Priestess, the Fool became anxious. He knows he is at the beginning of a long arduous journey. The room is vast and infinite, it is also full of mystery. The black and white tiles spread out to the horizon line.
He has decided that it is time to get going. He has sat at the Priestess’s feet for a long time now learning the lessons he needs to learn about the language of existence. The Priestess had shown him the power of numbers.
The Fool looked at his gear. He had his bell that he is supposed to bring back to somebody, a stick that he has tied his belongings to, the clothes on his back, and his lotus flower. It wasn’t much, but it kept his balance as his way was to wander the world.
He heard a commotion from out in the expansive room. A man who looked like a younger version of himself was struggling with a large pack and a bunch of gear. He was juggling two large coins. Pots and other things were falling off his pack and he would go back and try to pick them up, but mostly he would drop something else.
This is you before, the Priestess said, this is before you knew about balance and minimalism.
As the young Fool got closer the Fool could see that it was a tall leather pack with cooking pots tied to the sides, a sleeping back tied to the bottom, and tarps on the top. The pack was bulging with gear. He saw a shovel handle peeking through the pack flap.
The young Fool also was wearing layers of clothes and was sweating. He was wearing a rain jacket and boots. He had straps tied on himself with cups and knives and other utensils strap to it.
He was making a huge racket. He would make it a few feet before something fell off. He would bend down and the top of his pack would open up and things would fall out. The young Fool would then try to pick up the new debris and balance it with the coins he had in his hands.
Some would call him a juggler, the Priestess said with a bite of humor, but he wants to be ready for whatever comes his way. He is scared to adapt.
The young Fool held two giant coins close to his chest as he walked carefully towards the old Fool and the Priestess. He had the beginning of a beard and his eyes twinkled with youth. Then a pot fell off and clanged on the tile floor. The young Fool chased it as it bounced around causing some food containers to slip out and fall to the ground.
The noise echoed across the astronomic sized room. He didn’t know what the sound was echoing off of, but it hurt his ears.
They watched in horror and humor the young Fool traversed the giant room with all of his stuff. They could hear him drop things after he had disappeared over the horizon of black and white tiles.
The Fool became grateful for what little he owned and needed to travel. He always knew he could adapt to whatever environment he found himself in. He would know not to travel to certain places when it wasn’t safe there. Sometimes he would find himself in predicaments and be caught out in the rain, but he knew the rain would stop and he would just move on and find a new place to rest his wandering bones.