#Core-XXI-The-World-Reversed: Things have stilled and stagnated, begun to mounded and rot. Do what you can to make them move, or burn out all that cannot be saved and begin anew with what you have left, even if it must be with nothing at all.
#Woe-Reverse-Zero-of-Spoons: For some there is nothing more terrifying than a blank slate, than the empty newly born word document. For some there can be no greater freedom which in itself can become the traps of “not good enough to be done”. If you are the first, iterate, look at a prompt, at something abandoned, or simply make a fan work, perhaps merely for yourself, or if you’re feeling brave, throw it to the greater wider internet, and if you are the second, set a completion date, a time where you will stop what you are doing and cease working on it. Maybe return after a week or so, but leave it on its own, to see if it truly needs that extra work.
#Weal-The-Book-of-Flowers: The simple joys in life, the jokes and cherished memories made in any place and location. Don’t forget or dismiss them. It matters not from where inspiration comes, only that it does. As long as it drives you forward, let no one shame you for them.
#Within-XIX-The-Sun: Make your own joy, indulge a bit in what makes you happy. Let not anyone tell you that those indulgences are childish or unbefiting of you. As long as it does not harm others or infringe on them unduly, do what makes you happy.
#Without-Reverse-Six-of-Cups: Everything in the world is so grim, so dark, so foreboding. It tells us that childhood is dead, that this is the end of joy. And don’t get me wrong, sacrifices will have to be made, but we need not turn ourselves into grim unfeeling martyrs. We must struggle not only to survive, but live. So steal away those minutes where you can dream, crest and engage in all manner of whimsy. Help those around you so they too may have these times. The coming times will be hard, but we can do our best to bring some joy to balance out the misery and sacrifices.
It is time to create, to bring joy and whimsy, even in all these upcoming terrible times, perhaps now most of all.
