The tower falls. That's what it does. It's hit by lightning, an act of stupidity, or an act of god, and everything comes crumbling down.
Disaster. That's how the story goes.
But it's 2016, folks. Our towers aren't built of stone. They're built of steel. And they have lightning rods.
Can the tower get an elevator, maybe? Or a fire escape?
Can we erect some scaffolding perhaps, and undertake renovations?
Our towers rarely fall these days. But they are rebuilt and reconstructed. Renovated. From the inside out, just like caterpillars.
(This post is a part of The Modern Tarot series - questioning and investigating tarot in light of our modern experiences and realities. It's mostly sassy, a little bit tongue-in-cheek, and meant as food for thought - not as a true or superior interpretation.)