Wrapped in perpetual bubble-wrap, the fool walks along cliffs as if falling off never occured to him. But he is karmically cloaked by his youthful enthusiasm, built like a baby to handle life's first really rocky paths. He is an initiator, because he cannot understand why anyone wouldn't want to leap ahead into the unknown, so people who follow him may topple over the side, but his road is easy and exciting, with little to hold him back. We merely call him the fool because those who carry any life experience know the pifalls. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Imagine plateaus surrounding him, maybe a coy-dog following him, as we watch him take his first really big step forward.