Horus, son of Isis, conceived after the death and rebirth of his father Osiris, stands ready to face his preordained destiny. The Wheel inextricably cycles through its larger impersonal course.
I'm reminded by these cards what I tell myself when I start getting wound up about the small stuff. In one hundred years no one will remember
or care if I forgot a payment or birthday, didn't get the carpet vacuumed or wore mismatched socks. People will continue to live and die and their genes reborn into those who follow the same insignificant route around the Wheel. We are all but grains of sand, of little consequence to the eternity of time.
"Whenever I attempt to frame a simple idea of time, abstracted from the succession of ideas in my mind, I am lost and embrangled in inextricable difficulties." ~ George Berkeley 1685-1753