Some people know I mess with tarot cards.
I don’t believe them at all. I am an empiricist and a rationalist, and committed to that. But I also enjoy apophenia – the misreading of random data as meaningful. It strikes me as a deeply human trait. And my interest in tarot is probably related to that – in this random set of cards, we’ve imbued each card with many layers of semiotic detritus, and then we can plow through the cards and find some interesting meanings, perhaps leading to reflection.
Well I pulled a card to define my year, 2020. And got the card called “Temperance.”
I pulled a series of cards to to define my month, January, and the summary card was again “Temperance.”
I guess I could consider temperance – what is it, exactly?