The star falling through the darkness of the chasm makes me think of swimming in the ocean. I've enjoyed the sun while pleasantly floating on a raft, then suddenly found myself upended and underwater by a large wave. At first there was fear because of confusion; it was hard to tell which way was up. But as soon as I got my bearings, I broke the surface and took in a lungful of oxygen. Yet that moment of bewilderment was scary. Looking closer at this image I realize that the inky black is not a chasm but a cloak, making the dark unknown seem more comforting. The last part of Lorenzi-Prince's poem for the Fool reads:
A mere spark of awareness
But that is enough
That is where you begin.
Broncho the dragon is suspicious of everything and everyone. This personality type has written every conspiracy book on the shelves of bookstores. But her motto of distrust leads to a very isolated and lonely life. Better to take a fool's risk and possibly be disappointed than to lock myself away in fear. Life is to be lived, which includes welcoming the unfamiliar instead of hiding from it.