I've got to admit it. As much as I love, adore, cherish my Tarot of Dreams, the hermit is kinda creepy. I'm still trying to work out if he has no eyes or if he just has his eyes shut. I'm desperately hoping that it is the latter. But he looks really weird either way.
But one bad card in a deck doesn't ruin it for me. It takes a lot of bad cards to make me give up on a deck. I consider it this way: just like no person is perfect, no deck is perfect. We have to learn to love the imperfections in our decks the same way we love the imperfections in those people we love. And what I dislike about a deck is not what you or anyone else will dislike. There will never be a perfect deck. Even if I was a brilliant artist (which I'm not) and spent the rest of my life painting the images for my perfect deck, I would proably still never be truly happy.
And imperfection can be good. After all the persian rug makers always put an imperfection into their rugs because to make something perfect was seen as an insult to god, who is the only perfect part of creation. Therefore imperfection have their place in the tarot as much as in anything else.
Faolainn Storm