Hierophant you come to me again on this day, as you have most frequently within the cards on my table. The familiar blackbird. You have been with me for so long now that I have forgotten whether I was drawn to you or you to me. It matters not, for you are my chosen idol, one who moves so effortlessly between earth and sky. I ask again, why do you come to this seeker on this day? Is it to share with me the paradox of ground and flight, knowledge and wisdom, time and patience?