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Day 13: When Archetypes Fight: Hierophant vs. Fool.

Warning for the violent misuse of religious iconography.


Water he rejects – he vomits it forth, breaks the hand with the towel. Afternoon rain, drumming on Nottamun's rectory roof, sends him to the corner, rocking, cursing.

“Get out!” he screams at tear-blurred shapes, then claws his eyes. “OUT!

“Pity inoffensive eyes!” Father Jeremiah rushes to restrain the madman. “Stop this, friend!”

The howl's a demon's cry; outside, men cower, then run to look. Jeremiah lies neck acrook, and the stranger...

“Jesu!” they murmur, staring at the priestly crucifix in one mutilated orb.

... as a hundred leagues hence, he opens new eyes – again – and wails...


1.Daimon: “They are messengers who shuttle back and forth between [gods and mortals]...” (Symposium, 202 e).


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