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That's better - this one doesn't look like a mini-reading for why we've all gone quiet.
The Hanged Man. I've always liked my Hanged Men (or Suspended Persons, or Hanged Persons, or Entangled Humans, depending on the deck). I suppose that's because there are stretches of years, here and there in my life, when I've been living this card.
In delicate shades of mauve, pink and puce, we see nebulaic clouds meeting in space, overlaying two upon row of equations. At the bottom of the image, teh clouds thicken into almost cumulus-like clouds, and a bright star catches out eye, like a halo or a spiritual entry-point to the head. The Hanged Man? Nowhere. He is the void between the clouds. He is only there, complete with bent knee, because of the absence of substance.
You know, since childhood I've loved the sky, but I've always looked to the dark, velvet shapes of the emptiness between the stars, not the stars themselves. There is something very mystical about darkness and emptiness, something very inviting. Later, I found a poem that the Australian poet Kenneth Slessor wrote about the Southern Cross: "But I could not escape those tunnels of nothingness, the cracks in the spinning cross..." And here again, the image we look at is an image made out of nothing, out of absences.
The science? The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, the only scientific theorum, I delight in saying irritatingly to scientists, that doesn't even know whether it exists or not. You move, but if you have speed, you do not quite know where you are. If you know where you are, you have no idea how fast you are moving. This is starting to sound like a Sufi teaching-paradox, mysticism in science. And equally mystically, the Hanged Man only exists because there are no particles where his body is, he is nothing and nowhere although he is clearly visible. He has reality, out of unreality. And as a non-person, as the hole in the doughnut, he will find it very difficult to make moves, to have any kind of an effect. Hi is on hold.
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That's better - this one doesn't look like a mini-reading for why we've all gone quiet.
The Hanged Man. I've always liked my Hanged Men (or Suspended Persons, or Hanged Persons, or Entangled Humans, depending on the deck). I suppose that's because there are stretches of years, here and there in my life, when I've been living this card.
In delicate shades of mauve, pink and puce, we see nebulaic clouds meeting in space, overlaying two upon row of equations. At the bottom of the image, teh clouds thicken into almost cumulus-like clouds, and a bright star catches out eye, like a halo or a spiritual entry-point to the head. The Hanged Man? Nowhere. He is the void between the clouds. He is only there, complete with bent knee, because of the absence of substance.
You know, since childhood I've loved the sky, but I've always looked to the dark, velvet shapes of the emptiness between the stars, not the stars themselves. There is something very mystical about darkness and emptiness, something very inviting. Later, I found a poem that the Australian poet Kenneth Slessor wrote about the Southern Cross: "But I could not escape those tunnels of nothingness, the cracks in the spinning cross..." And here again, the image we look at is an image made out of nothing, out of absences.
The science? The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, the only scientific theorum, I delight in saying irritatingly to scientists, that doesn't even know whether it exists or not. You move, but if you have speed, you do not quite know where you are. If you know where you are, you have no idea how fast you are moving. This is starting to sound like a Sufi teaching-paradox, mysticism in science. And equally mystically, the Hanged Man only exists because there are no particles where his body is, he is nothing and nowhere although he is clearly visible. He has reality, out of unreality. And as a non-person, as the hole in the doughnut, he will find it very difficult to make moves, to have any kind of an effect. Hi is on hold.