A Fool's Faith

The Fool is going to go over the cliff. The Fool's number is Zero. There is nothing within The Fool. The Fool is empty. Folly is all that makes up The Fool.

The Fool is unaware of the unbearable pain and suffering that is about to come. 

At the bottom of the cliff The Fool's body will begin to decompose, for forty days and forty nights under the black star of Saturn. 

This is the shaman's crucible. The making of a true mystic. This will be the most horrific and transformative experience, other than physical death itself. 

If you survive the process of the black work, the old you will be forever a sad and distant memory.  You don't come back. Something else does.