The Fool believes it walks freely across the vast earth. It shuts out the outside world, eyes closed, paying no attention to the danger ahead—because it knows it's just a puppet. As long as it submits to the strings of fate, it need not worry about peril. But it fails to realize: sight and string are not the same. Behind the curtain lies nothing but props and puppet shows. A single flick of the hand can shatter it completely. That gaze sees through it all.
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