The two figures in the background seem to be made of clay, inhuman, not noticing. Yet the figure in the foreground clutches his trove and flees blindly. The clay people brought to mind the story of the clay creature Golum, who over a period of years proved the Jewish citizens innocent of a horrible Passover crime.
I'm reminded by this card stealing something sets off this heart-clamoring fear, acknowledged or not. A pencil, an idea, credit for someone else's work, incorrect change in the spenders favor, silence when truth could clear the air; mean word where a kind one would do, there are a million ways to steal spirit from our own soul and heart and be confronted by a personal Golum instead.
thief believes everybody steals." ~ Edgar Watson Howe 1753-1937
The cards open previously closed doors to my own heart with their merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.