Jack of Diamonds

Before a Greek city minted its currency, someone had to decide what the coin would even mean — what worth it claimed, what trust it was asking citizens to extend before that trust had ever been tested. The Jack sits in exactly that moment of decision: worldly influence not yet spent, energy honed but not yet directed anywhere in particular. Jung's puer lives here as pure, unstruck potential — dreamy, easy to mistake for idle, and entirely misjudged if you do. He isn't bored. He's minting something, quietly, that hasn't been struck into currency yet. Give him the time contemplation actually requires before you judge what he decides to spend it on.