At fifty-six, after years crunching spreadsheets and five years sober, I’ve seen enough spiritual quick-fixes to know they’re just expensive distractions. We’re seeing it everywhere now. People buying algorithmic tarot readers, crystal grids marketed like tech gadgets, or apps that promise “spiritual downloads.” It’s modern alchemy, sure, but it’s the kind that skips the fire. You can’t reduce the unconscious to gears and springs. Carl Jung was pretty clear about this—the psyche isn’t a clockwork mechanism waiting to be reverse-engineered. It’s messy, symbolic, and deliberately opaque. When you try to mechanize it, you just get a broken prototype and a lot of frustration.

Look at it through the cards. Twain’s project is a textbook reversed Magician. All the tools, all the technical skill, but the energy’s blocked because he’s trying to force the elements instead of working with them. You want to capture the muse? Fine. Light a candle, sit with a lunar chart, write until your hand cramps. But don’t expect a lever to pull the mystery out of the ether for you. The Tower doesn’t fall because the magic is fake. It falls because we built the scaffolding wrong.

I’m not here to preach “love and light” bypassing. If an app helps you track your phases, use it. But don’t confuse convenience with initiation. Twain learned that the hard way. What about you? Have you ever tried to automate a practice that just refused to cooperate?