it's not hard to make it not anonymous


No offense but people who say pb is ~scamming~ them with diamonds (like EA, really???) have no idea of the reality of running a small business. PB IS a small company wich this far doesn’t have merch or partnerships with big gaming companies; also they have sidelined HSS and HWU so their biggest source of income is probably purchases made in Choices. People working on PB need to be pay, plus there are the expected costs of producing and distributing a mobile app on iTunes and Google Play… And yes, sometimes there are many diamond options in a chapter and yes it is very hard for a player to collect diamonds for free but

a) no one is forcing anyone to buy diamonds or spend them on every scene and outfit that only add to the stories, and

b) until PB finds a way to earn money fromoutside the app it will probably relly on in-app purchases.

So saying that PB is scamming its players like EA (a multimillionairemillionaire company) does is frankly ridiculous.


Sent by anonymous


anonymous asked:

If one hypothetically wanted to read your Eldritch Abomination Garfield fic, how would one go about finding it as directly searching for 'garfield' hypothetically does not include the fic?

“They bought it?” Lyman asked as Jon hung up the phone.

“I got the contract,” Jon confirmed, dazed. “I’m — I’m syndicated.”

“You did it, man!” Lyman said, clapping him on the back. Odie barked.

“They’re already thinking about merchandising deals,” Jon continued, staring into space.

“I told you things were going to turn around for you,” Lyman said with a nod. Odie continued barking, making it clear that he was not just trying to be supportive. “Hey, look, I’ve gotta take the dog for a walk. If the alarm goes off while I’m gone, can you take dinner out of the oven?”

“Yeah,” Jon said, with no real conception of what he was agreeing to. He still had not yet finished processing that phone call, the idea that he was going to be paid, consistently, that he was a working cartoonist, that his comics would be in papers. Merchandising deals. Merchandising.

It was not until he heard the door that Jon realized he was alone in the apartment.

Just him, and Garfield.

From the corner, it growled.

Jon’s heart spasmed; he hadn’t realized it was in the same room. “H—hey,” he said. It would have been a dumb thing to say if it was a normal cat. It was a dumber thing to say under the circumstances. Its eyes glowed red in the shadows. “How are you?” he asked, then winced as the cat growled again. “Heard the good news?” he asked weakly.


It rumbled through his brain like an earthquake, words without words. He covered his ears even though it wouldn’t help. “Yeah, thanks for—”


Jon’s heart spasmed again, overwhelmed with the sense of a hunger not his own. “Right, about that—”

YOU WILL FEED ME it said, words written in blood, thick and hot.

“—yes, I got that, I’m just not really sure what I’m supposed to—”

MEAT and the word throbbed, tore.

“Would chicken be okay?”

UNACCEPTABLE it said in broken bone and jellied marrow.

“I don’t want to stereotype you by assuming you want to eat my roommate—”

YES GIVE ME HIS HEART it said, pulsing, torn flesh.

“—but you can’t eat Lyman.”

I͇̤͜ ̭̩W̨͕̪̠͙I̧̫͍͕̤̥̥̥L̜̜̭͔̪͢L̡͉͍͍͓̣ ͇F̤̜E̤̱̼̩͙̺͢E̥̳̫D̯͚̰ͅ

The glowing eyes moved from the shadows, grew larger, taller. Hellfire, if fire could cast dark instead of light, orange and red, fire and blood. The indistinct shape that might have been a cat became an indistinct shape that might have been a man, large, always large. Jon shrank back as it stretched to fill the room, tried not to look directly at it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin, even though it couldn’t have been, because he was still wearing his jacket.

There was a chiming sound.


“Uh.” Jon swallowed, hard. “Dinner?”


“Yes,” Jon said, “but I don’t know if you can eat people food…”

Garfield sat in the middle of the floor, wide as it was tall. Its gaze was baleful.

“Right. You can eat whatever you want.” Slowly Jon inched around the cat to head toward the kitchen. “I don’t really know what it is, though. It might be… vegan.”

Garfield hissed, the sound of pain, and Jon fled toward the oven.


Jon stopped himself from telling the cat get off the counter. “I think it’s a casserole,” he said, removing the dish to set it on the stove. He gingerly removed the lid, his hands safely wrapped in oven mitts. “Oh. It’s lasagna.”


“It has to cool,” Jon said. Garfield hissed again, and the sound turned Jon’s blood to fiberglass. He backed away, and the cat leapt bodily and entirely into the baked pasta. It did not seem bothered by the fact that the pasta sauce was still bubbling, and Jon tried not to look at the void of its mouth. A black hole rimmed with fangs, an absence of all light, drawing in all that it touched to disappear within.

WHAT IS THIS it asked, and a hellfire paw batted at a stretchy piece of mozzarella.

“… cheese?”

The cat-shaped thing nodded, still sitting in the dish of lasagna.


“You don’t have cheese in hell?”

It nodded again.

“I guess that’s what makes it hell.” If Garfield appreciated this observation, it did not show it. It cracked open its maw again, more lasagna disappearing, and Jon looked away. “That lasagna was supposed to feed us for a week,” he sighed. “How much longer do I need to do this?” he asked.


“Until I’m satisfied?”


Realization dawned. “Wait, but — I thought this was a one-time thing.”


“If you leave, I get fired?”


“So I might still be able to make it on my own.”


Jon thought of the portfolio sitting in his room, and sagged. “… no.”

It grew, limbs stretching, claws turning to fingers and then claws again. It sat on the counter like a solid mirage, licking red from its hands.


Syndication and merchandising deals and maybe someday a cartoon on television. His signature in every newspaper in every house in the country. In the world, even. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried not to look at its claws.

“I guess I’m stuck with you, then,” Jon said.

It didn’t slide off the counter the way a man would, shifted off like drifting smoke or licking flames, stood and was no shorter. Tall and broad and solid, a weight to its presence as it moved closer. Jon shrank back again as it loomed, and this show of submission seemed to please it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin again, and he shivered.


I have a confession... I don’t belong here.

I’m not usually one to to say how she feels, let alone write down how she feels, but recent events have made it hard to hide where I’m at, so I thought I’d take a page from my good friend’s book and lay it all out here. To see if it helps.

Over the last few months really exciting things have been happening. Some things you know about, some you don’t. Suffice it to say life is good. And I’m terrified. I am utterly a fish out of water. I am lost and confused. And no one knows it. My life used to be small. I was a sun flower in a small garden. I thrived on what water I had and was fine. Fine. ish. I wanted more. I pretended that I knew more than I did so that I wouldn’t seem like such and outsider to my peers. Fake it till you make it, right? I knocked down doors that were locked and found opportunities that were hidden away form me. I was succeeding at the unimaginable. And then I pushed. And I pushed. And I pushed. Until I found myself weeping from a broken back because I had been pushing at brick walls that wouldn’t budge. I’d pushed too hard. And I became so terrified that I would be discovered as a fraud that I became selfish and insensitive. All to conceal a devastating fact. I don’t belong here.

I grew up on a small farm. We as kids worked the farm to help out. My mother moved us around where she could find work when my father lost his eyesight. we struggled always but we survived. This isn’t meant to be a pity party. My folks are strong as fuck. My point is, none of this is supposed to happen to girls like me. I was just a girl who loved to make people laugh, who loved the theatre and was terrified of being invisible. But recent events have put me in a position where lack of anonymity is making my screw ups more prevalent to some. And its an awful feeling. I try really hard to appear to be a person that is supposed to live in this kind of situation I’m in, because I love it here. But the secret is, I have no idea what I’m doing. So I fuck up. And I perhaps come across as self-absorbed and opportunistic as a sad attempt to look mightier than the small town girl that I really am. This is my way of keeping people far enough away that they wont see the cracks in my armour.

Here’s my other big secret. I love a lot. Like A LOT. I cant help it. My attraction to good humans can not be harboured and I am not ashamed. You look at my phone and I generally have 7 text threads going on any given day. I want to know everything about you at all times. I want you to share your deepest passions and griefs with me. I wanna know you inside and out! Here’s the thing, I don’t like to let people love me. Fucked up right? I want to love you but I don’t want you to need me. Cause I’ll disappoint you and you’ll go away and then it’ll all be for nothing. If I’m really scared of your love i’ll be unemotional, or distant, or if you’re really lucky- I might even be mean. 

Anyway this is my point: This exact life I’m living right now is a combination of my greatest dream and my most terrifying nightmare. I am not invisible and I can’t escape the love and the loving needs of others. I’m living a life that many including myself have only dreamed of. And I’m terrified that I’m just going to screw it all up.

So I’m writing this to let you know I’m going to work really really hard and do my absolute best to not fuck this up. Any of it. This is the steepest learning curve I’ve ever had in my life and I can no longer hide the fact that I feel in over my head. But stick with me, K? I’ll figure it all out really soon. 

Thank you for everything that you’ve given me and the patience you continue to give me. I’m sorry if it seems like I’ve taken your love for granted. It’s actually just the opposite. I just didn’t want you to know ;)

anonymous asked:

CHALLENGE: post the most ''embarrassing'', ''self-indulgent'' thing you've made in the past moth! (that's not smut, if you're embarrassed about that!) (but it could be smut) (pleasebemucklespleasebemuckles)


WELL OKAY I NEVER RUN SHORT OF EMBARRASSING SELF-INDULGENT STUFF.      SO.  I was thinking about Motorcity and Disney movies and I saw Atlantis on Hulu or Netflix or something and I was like……………………


I’m going to go lie on the floor how dare you make me do this GOD

anonymous asked:

In your tags for the post about exploding cucumbers, you said something about a plant that casually catches on fire??? Is this real???! If so can you please tell me more about it?

ok so like 45 people are messaging me about the plant that casually catches on fire and its completely real. its called Dictamnus albus and its a casual perrenial that super pretty and nice and people keep it in their gardens: (x)

what makes Dictamnus albus so notable is that in the summer, it covers itself in a super thick oil thats like?? flammable. its actually so flammable that you can light it and watch it briefly ignite without it harming the plant. heres a demonstration:

we still dont know why it does this. like a few theories are:

-its an accidental effect as a byproduct to the oil, which helps the plant in a completely different way

-it encourages wildfires to help kill off the stuff around it to reduce competition

-it causes wildfires to help kill off the stuff around it to reduce competition 

because of the small size of the resulting fire, however, its kind of hard for me to imagine that it could cause a wildfire. i could totally see it perpetuating a wildfire though, and having something to burn off might help protect the plant from destruction in the fire, too. 

anonymous asked:

Selena I cried??? You always get soft compliments but like that comic isn't soft it's heart breaking to think and see keith break down and the facial expressions are each different. . . Idk man I've never legitimately cried for a comic before. I just really love your art work even the gooey ones lovey dovey ones but your powerful artworks are equally good if not more

YOU CRIED………………..that actually makes me so happy to know I could cause such an emotional response w my art hghfjjkdfg I try so hard to make ppl Feel as strongly as possible ;O; THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 <3 <3

also here’s an epilogue

anonymous asked:

Hey Buckmeister 5000 it’s ya boi. What advice do you have for someone who wants to make life a little easier on their friend who’s going through a super rough time?


look, buddy, i am terrible at being comforting, but if there’s anything i learned growing up in the depression, when times were rough for pretty much everyone, it’s that theres never a time when a gift of food is a bad idea. 

if you can cook–even if there’s only one dish you do well–make them a thing. if you can’t cook, get them something premade or takeout. bring enough that there’s leftovers. (if you’re comfort-cooking for steve or thor, take a family meal recipe and multiply it by six.)

there’s something about food that expresses that you care about someone’s health and well-being, and doing it spontaneously shows that you think about them even when they’re not right in front of you. if money’s tight for them, it’s one meal they don’t have to worry about paying for, and even if not, it’s one less meal they have to prepare for themselves. if they’re far away, call a delivery to their house and pay for it online. 

you don’t have to talk about it. you don’t even have to admit it’s from you. i leave meals for tony in the workshop when he’s stressed, and i make clint cupcakes whenever he breaks a bone (often) and leave out hot cups of chai whenever bruce has to talk to the press. so far the only person who knows i’m doing it is steve. and probably nat. 

food, my friend. that’s my number-one way to say you care without having to words.

I don’t understand why some people are too nervous to tell a fanfic writer that they like their work? Like what do you think we are going to do? Yell at you for giving us a compliment? No we won’t we’ll probably be too flustered by the feedback to yell because it’s so rare.

Please don’t be scared to tell a writer you like their fic. You can say it on or off anonymous, reply to the fic or reblog it and add your opinion. None of these things will be annoying to a writer I promise. We aren’t going to jump down your throat for it, we will be incredibly grateful for it.

So please, if you read a fic that you enjoy tell the writer. Even if it’s just an anonymous ask that says “I loved [fic name]! It was great!” It will make a writers day I promise. Help the people who write you free entertainment and tell them you like it.


Nasty Foxboy’s reign begins.

anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, I love your edits, they are all gorgeous and I hope you know that ♥ And secondly, would you mind making a mini tutorial on how to make the drawing effect gif as you did here post/158606758288/hogwarts-houses-ϟ-slytherin-or-perhaps-in? I would really appreciate that

aah thank you!! this is so kind of you to say :”) and sure thing, hun! I’ll be explaining how to make something like this from this photoset:

what you’ll need: 

— photoshop 
— patience 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

what's so bad about the new fooly cooly

it looks dead ringer like a generic anime. like when you think “generic highschool anime” in your head the exact designs of the new characters come to mind

the original designs were really grounded and unique and thats what made it so timeless. its kinda hard to describe and pinpoint exactly what makes them this timeless considering in terms of tone the original FLCL is as early 2000s as you can get at times

to be honest there’s only one design that’s good out of the lot of them and i have an aching hunch it’s just naota aged up which speaks for itself

anonymous asked:

Winklepickers. Akira's shoes in his Thief outfit are literally called WINKLEPICKERS.

I used to have a pair of those.

anonymous asked:

This blog is supposed to be badly drawn but I came here and all I can see is good drawings??

ive been slacking, this blog’s art style will now be stick figures from now on as it should’ve been from the beginning

anonymous asked:

hey i just wanted to tell you how much i love your art. i don't really know how i can express how much your art helps me through hard days sometimes. like it's so beautiful but it also makes me feel really intense things?? when i look at the pictures i feel like i'm there. your art shows a lot of emotions somehow and it's amazing. thank you for creating those masterpieces !!

aa. .…i dont even know what to say… ///// thank u so much …gosh . .thank u …hope i can continue to create artwork that brings u comfort n joy n stuff. . // jeeze.. .

anonymous asked:

For the touch prompt please do piggy back rides with Yuuri and Viktor! (Preferably drunk because of reasons)

touch prompts—now closed!// 6. piggy back rides

okok so i’ve already done victuuri #6 here pero you wanted them drunk and yes, okay. this is like 2% piggy back ride but uhhhhh

“Well, I don’t believe it.” Yuuri blinks up at Victor Nikiforov. “It’s you.” 

Victor laughs breathlessly, face dimly lit by the low-hanging light bulbs of the polo bar; Georgi always takes them to the most pretentious places when it’s his turn to pick. “How many times are you going to say that tonight?” 

“Victor Nikiforov, you have arms,” Yuuri goes on, scratching his chin. His eyes narrow. “Nice ones.” 

Mila giggles into her margarita and Yuri rolls his eyes. “This gets so old.” 

He sips at his lemonade, and technically he’s not even supposed to be able to step foot in here, but he’s Russia’s upcoming hero. And they’re all sure this bar has ties to a part of the mafia that funds their skating federation, anyway. So. 

Georgi shakes his head fervently. “Never. It will never get old. It’s so romantic.” 

Yuuri would watch with mild interest as the quiff of Georgi’s hair refuses to move, not even bounce, not even a little—if he weren’t staring so intensely at his fiance. 


“Oh.” Yuuri’s eyebrows knit together as he spies the ring on Victor’s hand. “Oh, you’re married.” His jaw drops. “When did this happen?”

Victor sighs softly, fond. “Okay, miliy. Time to g—”

“I’m-I’m subbed to all the forums, the newsletters, they didn’t say—when did this—” 

“Tonight’s a crier, boys,” Mila says affectionately. 

Yuri crosses his arms and scoffs. “No, Katsudon was practicing quads today. Watch.” 

They watch, and Yuuri’s face hardens and his shoulders square together. “Are you happy?” he asks seriously. “Do they make you happy?” 

Victor has long ago given up trying to get through to Yuuri, when he gets like this. This is a special sort of drunk, brought only to you by a combination of hard Russian vodka, lemon juice, syrup. Yuuri only orders these Tolstoy Tangs because the words roll off his tongue as smoothly as the liquor slips down his throat. 

“Very happy,” Victor tells him. 

Yuuri considers this for a moment. He nods. “Okay.” He takes Victor’s hands in his own, brings them to his lips. “Okay, Victor Nikiforov. I will let you go.” 

“He’s such an idiot.” Yuri rolls his eyes again. 

“You’re making this very hard,” Yuuri says later, wrapped around Victor’s back. He mumbles his words into Victor’s neck. “Now I can’t. Now I can’t let go or I’ll fall.” 

Victor’s grip tightens around Yuuri’s thighs. “I’ll fall with you.” 

anonymous asked:

Your review for chapter 143 please. No Hide in this chapter but I suppose it's not a big deal. It means he's still safe and sound.

@nitsuki-baka said:
I think this abrupt ending is pretty good and strong, even if everyone seems to hate it. There is Kaneki who worked so hard for this moment but has still has to realise that everything can be gone within a second. And the desperation that he still had to make him crawl, I cried my eyes out. Hyped for the next bit we’ll get.

anonymous said:
do you think the “GAME OVER” could have meant that there is going to be a new start/new beginning for kaneki? the caterpillar thing also makes me think he’ll change again into smth else and have a new beginning. And that that’s what we’ll see in part 3? maybe one where hide shows up and instigates a reform in kaneki’s group and leadership into something better yk?

anonymous said:
Reading the spoilers of chapter 143 makes me feel like we’re going to have a trilogy. Especially the way Furuta is acting.

Alright, so I read both the MS and JB translations twice to try and understand the chapter as well as I could and hopefully catch on to anything I might have missed and I think I have a bit to say on the direction I think the series is going to take now.

This chapter has been the big turning point that I think Kaneki really needs to push him in the right direction. He took up the role of the One Eyed King, and that means that he has a whole lot of responsibility on his shoulders whether he likes it or not, and I’ve mentioned before how most of his decisions as King have mostly just been influenced by his emotions. (I’ve given these examples before, but for those who haven’t seen, a couple examples would be when Kaneki wanted to endanger their mission by talking with Amon and another would be his refusal to kill Hajime which essentially lead to the twenty fourth being attacked. Both times Kaneki’s actions have been criticised by Ayato and Tsukiyama respectively. To me, this shows an awareness by the series that this is a major flaw of Kaneki’s which he’s chosen to ignore.)

Kaneki made yet another decision based on his emotions to return to the twenty fourth ward (because he has a “bad feeling”) and that decision went abysmally wrong. To me, this is actually a good thing for Kaneki’s character. This devastation has now been a direct result of his original emotionally driven decision not to kill Hajime, and now, his second emotionally driven decision to return to the twenty fourth ward has resulted in Furuta’s supposed victory.

He’s now not only having to face the fact that he has these flaws as a result of the situation, but it’s also blatantly laid out for him by Furuta himself.

Kaneki is finally being forced to face these flaws that he has in his leadership and the way that he approaches and tackles situations. Even as King, knowing that he’s responsible for the lives of hundreds, even thousands, he still too often thinks of himself and does things for selfish reasons, even if he doesn’t know it.

He only takes the side of ghouls because he wants to protect those who are close to him. He doesn’t really care for the unification of species in and of itself, he only cares about it because it would put the people he cares for in a better position and make them safe.

And this always reminds me of the scene in chapter 120 of Tokyo Ghoul where Touka confronts Kaneki about this exact motive and indicates exactly how it is driven by Kaneki’s own selfishness.

Kaneki still hasn’t moved on from this mindset, and even he himself acknowledges that this makes him a terrible leader, yet he appears to have no desire to change this, presumably because he doesn’t realise that it’s the exact reason why he could be putting the people he cares about in trouble.

In fact, I think it still isn’t clear to him what his role as leader should be. He still isn’t looking at the big picture, and seems to only focus on his own role within all of this, which is ironically inhibiting him from being able to take up the position that he wants to and become the leader that he has to in order to achieve his goals.

He touches his chin when he tells Hinami that he’ll be right behind her; at least a part of him knows that he isn’t going to make it out of this, but I think he’s made himself content with that. This is the moment he claims to have been living for; this is the moment he finally gets to protect everyone he loves. This is the moment that he shows himself as a true leader, by becoming a martyr to protect the ones he loves.

It may have appeared that he had chosen to live alongside Touka, but the reality is that he never really moved on from that mindset he had back in cochlea; wanting to die “in style” for the sake of someone else.

This much is clear in his dialogue in this chapter.

He says he’s been living for this day, this day that he seems to apparently realise he won’t be able to survive, but he’s content with that. All this time, he never really moved on from wanting to protect others with his life; that’s been his motivation since the beginning of the series, and it still is, and although this isn’t exactly a negative thing, it is preventing him from seeing the bigger picture. His desire is still the same, just he’s shifted his focus from death to life.

He’s so concerned with himself in this situation; he wants to defeat Furuta, and in his death, he’ll be able to protect all those who are close to him, but he isn’t considering what his role as King really means beyond this. Killing Furuta isn’t just going to magically bring about the unification of humans and ghouls; it isn’t going to guarantee the safety of those close to him. As King, as a leader, there is so much more work to be done, but Kaneki fails to really see his role in this in perspective as a result of his bias.

That’s why I think this whole chapter’s themes have been a pivotal point for Kaneki’s character. Not only is he forced to come face to face with the fact that his methods are inefficient, but we also get more subtle symbolism.

Firstly, as some have pointed out, Furuta’s referral to Kaneki as a caterpillar could be foreshadowing of a coming transformation he may make, a metamorphosis, which links to Franz Kafka’s story of the same name which Kaneki’s story has been compared to before.

Not only that, but the butterfly has been a symbol of positive change in the series before, and assuming we are currently in the Judgement arc, this points to significant development and flourishing in Kaneki’s character to come, which brings me onto why I think there will be a third part and how this will line up with the Fool’s journey.

Judgement is a card which calls for a period of self-reflection and self-evaluation. Kaneki is now being forced reflect and evaluate his approach, and this is the key to his fulfilment. The Judgement card calls for a moment in someone’s life in which they “come to a point of deep understanding about the common themes throughout [their] life and what [they] can do or change to avoid these situations in the future.”

“The Judgement card suggests that you have had a recent epiphany or an ‘awakening’ where you have come to a realisation that you need to live your life in a different way and you need to be true to yourself and your needs. You have opened yourself up to a new possibility – to lead a fulfilling life that serves your higher needs and that offers inspiration and hope to others. You feel as though you have had a ‘calling’ in life, and you are getting much closer to the point where you need to take action. Something that was lying dormant within you, some unconscious knowledge or truth is finally being awakened and brought into the light.”

“The Fool has been reborn.

His false, ego-self has been shed, allowing his radiant, true self to manifest. He has discovered that joy, not fear, is at life’s centre.

The Fool feels absolved. He forgives himself and others, knowing that his real self is pure and good. He may regret past mistakes, but he knows they were due to his ignorance of his true nature. He feels cleansed and refreshed, ready to start anew.

It is time for the Fool to make a deeper Judgement (20) about his life. His own personal day of reckoning has arrived. Since he now sees himself truly, he can make the necessary decisions about the future. He can choose wisely which values to cherish, and which to discard.”

To me, this is reminiscent of this piece of art which foreshadows this awakening with the caption “I stand here with my past self,” indicating that Kaneki has moved on from his past self and his old mindset, ready to start anew.

Tokyo Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul:re are the stories of the Fool’s journey on his path to personal development and self-fulfilment. Judgement is the second to last stage of the Fool’s journey, so that may leave you asking, what could come after this to warrant a third part?

I believe a third part to the series would serve as “the World” stage of the Fool’s journey. Though Kaneki’s journey of self-development and fulfilment comes to an end in Tokyo Ghoul:re, the third instalment should be about how he uses this fulfilment and flourishing to make his influence on the World and finally pursue the goal he’s established as the One Eyed King. The Fool’s own personal journey ends with Tokyo Ghoul:re, but that just means that he’s now ready to begin his influence on the world.

“The Fool reenters the World (21), but this time with a more complete understanding. He has integrated all the disparate parts of himself and achieved wholeness. He has reached a new level of happiness and fulfilment

The Fool experiences life as full and meaningful. The future is filled with infinite promise. In line with his personal calling, he becomes actively involved in the world. He renders service by sharing his unique gifts and talents and finds that he prospers at whatever he attempts. Because he acts from inner certainty, the whole world conspires to see that his efforts are rewarded. His accomplishments are many.

So the Fool’s Journey was not so foolish after all. Through perseverance and honesty, he reestablished the spontaneous courage that first impelled him on his search for Self, but now he is fully aware of his place in the world. This cycle is over, but, the Fool will never stop growing. Soon he will be ready to begin a new journey that will lead him to ever greater levels of understanding.