Herodotus
So I was looking at the Hermit cards from the Marseille, Thoth, and RWS decks side by side, and I had some thoughts that I'd like to share.
First off, let me just say that I'm aware that everything that follows was never intended by the designers of any of the decks. Just my own little musings.
Welp, here goes...
When the three Hermits are side by side, Marseille to Thoth to RWS, they could be seen as showing the beginning, middle, and end of the Hermit's night abroad. In the TdM, the Hermit has just left his little hovel to begin a night of exploring both the world around him, and the inner machinations of his psyche. His hood is down, his cloak is open, showing his red robes underneath, he walks on flat ground, and his eyes are wide and eagerly taking in the scenery. In my deck, the background is shaded such that it looks as though the sun is only just below the horizon.
He continues on through fields and fields of grain, and having gotten familiar with his surroundings, his thoughts turn inwards. We are now on to the Thoth. Everything is abstracted now, representing his subconscious. His lantern still guides his way, but rather than looking around him at what it lights in the physical realm, he contemplates the lantern of his soul and what it shows him, as well as what lurks just beyond his line of sight.
In the RWS, the dawn draws near. It is still dark, but won't be for much longer. He is no longer in the fields, having climbed a mountain while he pondered the meaning of his existence. The Hermit now stands at the summit. His hood is drawn and his cloak is closed against the cold, hiding his red robes. He looks tired, yet serene as a result of his meditations. He holds his lantern aloft, gazing down at the sleeping world below one last time before he begins his descent. He almost doesn't want to go back, because up there everything seems simpler, more unified. He is on the outside looking in, and it reminds him of his thoughts in the fields (from the Thoth), particularly that which was represented by the snake and the egg that, no matter how he tried, he just could not quite shine his light on. Here, for a brief moment at least, it is all clear to him.
But go back he must, otherwise he could not replenish his energy to make a similar journey the following night, perhaps up one of those other mountains he sees off in the distance.
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Most of the Trumps that picture characters can be viewed this way if you think about it, but I like the Hermit best, so I used him as my example.
First off, let me just say that I'm aware that everything that follows was never intended by the designers of any of the decks. Just my own little musings.
Welp, here goes...
When the three Hermits are side by side, Marseille to Thoth to RWS, they could be seen as showing the beginning, middle, and end of the Hermit's night abroad. In the TdM, the Hermit has just left his little hovel to begin a night of exploring both the world around him, and the inner machinations of his psyche. His hood is down, his cloak is open, showing his red robes underneath, he walks on flat ground, and his eyes are wide and eagerly taking in the scenery. In my deck, the background is shaded such that it looks as though the sun is only just below the horizon.
He continues on through fields and fields of grain, and having gotten familiar with his surroundings, his thoughts turn inwards. We are now on to the Thoth. Everything is abstracted now, representing his subconscious. His lantern still guides his way, but rather than looking around him at what it lights in the physical realm, he contemplates the lantern of his soul and what it shows him, as well as what lurks just beyond his line of sight.
In the RWS, the dawn draws near. It is still dark, but won't be for much longer. He is no longer in the fields, having climbed a mountain while he pondered the meaning of his existence. The Hermit now stands at the summit. His hood is drawn and his cloak is closed against the cold, hiding his red robes. He looks tired, yet serene as a result of his meditations. He holds his lantern aloft, gazing down at the sleeping world below one last time before he begins his descent. He almost doesn't want to go back, because up there everything seems simpler, more unified. He is on the outside looking in, and it reminds him of his thoughts in the fields (from the Thoth), particularly that which was represented by the snake and the egg that, no matter how he tried, he just could not quite shine his light on. Here, for a brief moment at least, it is all clear to him.
But go back he must, otherwise he could not replenish his energy to make a similar journey the following night, perhaps up one of those other mountains he sees off in the distance.
...
Most of the Trumps that picture characters can be viewed this way if you think about it, but I like the Hermit best, so I used him as my example.