‘To Cease Upon the Midnight …’ Keats

When the death card appears in a spread, the reader will often tell you that it’s not really about actual death. It’s about  transformation, or the close of a cycle or some other easier thing … and I agree with all that.

Still, death remains the great taboo. Not to be discussed at dinner parties. Sex was once. Neither prohibition makes sense to me. How is it smart to go fearful or ignorant to something which awaits all who live?

People die. You will. I will. 

Walt Whitman put it brilliantly:

And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.