It’s a funny feeling when you are going through something extremely difficult and you don’t know if it’s just some horrible transformation or a complete and utter downfall.
I just remembered a quote from my old poem...
“Grand towers fall to clear the space for others”
and an image of the “Tower” Tarot Card.
I suspected that one day I would have to face this. The feeling of the fall itself is indescribable. What happens after? I have no idea. It’s a lazy question of indulgence because when you fall, your true self doesn’t think of any “after”s. What thinks about them is a more pragmatic part of the mind.
