Or "The Fool" from the Tarot
The fool is on a journey, seeking his fortune. He's young, confident, and retains enough of his childhood innocence to go boldly into the world. He is borne by wings of his own creation, adventuring through his inner world, for his journey is also a spiritual one.
At his feet is his familiar, his inner animal, his totem, and a symbol of his purity. As he plays his riff for Gaea in a wild joy, his spirit in the grass sings.
A somber stone head looks on. A totem of his tribe, a marker of the border of his homeland. He's on his own now and he has no thought he will ever see this marker again.
On the horizon are beautiful, but ever-deadly clouds, a harlequin watches, awaiting the fool with its grasp. It will wrest his heart from him with velvet gloves and false faces, but the tiny roar of his lionheart will remind him who he really is, and his heart will renew itself. He will travel through the underworld and be reborn.
Eventually he will return home, no longer a fool, but a hero.
His heart will leap at the sight of the stone head. He'll sing as he enters his homeland, the lion-cub now a majestic maned lion, a reflection of his strong and mature heart.
His village will fear him, for they banished him in the first place for being strange, but he renders mercy and saves them from the calamity they are in. Though he is appreciated by few, he is content.
And somewhere among those people, a young fool will see the hero resting from his labors and will be inspired to go out into the world and seek his fortune.
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Started on the day of President Obama's Inauguration.