Tarot of Metamorphosis gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Like a weird cross between Mary Poppins and some horror movie (can't think of the name, I don't tend to watch them, but I'm sure there was one like this), this Page of Swords takes flight, dissolving into his constituent wasp parts. There is certainly a sting in the tail of this Page, and I can imagine his comments being sharp - lots of small, pointed quips that hurt.
On the up-side, I guess he doesn't see truth as a single thing, being open to numerous perspectives. Also, he allows his ideas to raise him up, taking flight on a whim and a dream.
Today it's back to work for me, both seeing clients and reading for my dissertation. However, this Page's umbrella makes me think of a novel that should arrive later today that I'd love to get stuck into. Recommended by Barbara Moore last summer, it looks fun - Soulless: The Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger. Definitely one I could get transported by :)
I am grateful for the wealth of ideas and books in the world.