In a universe governed by quantum uncertainties, the tarot spins on cosmic whims, weaving tales not of fortune, but of potential. Each draw mirrors the stochastic resonance of stellar bodies, akin to Schrödinger's superposition.
Can the tarot predict, or merely reflect?
Are the stars spinning, or is it merely our perception within the quantum foam?
Consider the cards as particles, entangled yet distinct, revealing a probabilistic landscape rather than deterministic paths. In this realm, the Major Arcana uncovers its allegories, not as fate's decree, but as predictions of probabilities unfolding.
The High Priestess becomes a metaphor for wave functions, while the Tower resonates with the collapse of states, creating a dichotomy of chaos and order. The spinning of the stars, perhaps, is the ultimate tarot reading, a celestial divination beyond present comprehension.