Pharmakon: a double word. Both the cure and the poison. Religion, medications, recreational drugs, offer respite and escape from the realities of life but they are often as toxic as they are curative.
Here is a magical cabinet of sorts. The Fool with his uninhibited idealism pulled apart by the cure to his mortality: the eternal life of Christian theism. The Ass' wisdom evinced by its teeth that have been pulled and displayed in a tableau reminiscent of Golgotha. The bottom panel with its good words gone sour, dressed up in honey to give the stagnant text a sweet smell over the putrescence of its lifelessness.
The front mirror to the cabinet offers no clear reflection but only "Plato Rx" as Plato set up in his Pharmacy, by Derrida, where the double meaning of pharmakon is exhaustively analyzed. On the reverse side is the clearly stated title "Pharmakon" with the unassuming image of a bottle and the prescriptive "B.I.D." (twice per day). All this laid over the myriad warnings for but one type of pharmaceutical.
Yet, out of this rot and decay grows "Hope" in the form of a rose, however it is, like any dream of external salvation, purely artificial.