Death is thirteen, the old thing dead; Temperance is fourteen, the re-blending after the death. An angel stands with one foot in water and one on land, pouring water between two cups, and a road leads to a lit mountain in the distance. The mechanism is that two opposites needn't be chosen between — a proportion can be found: water and land, thought and feeling, fast and slow. Fourteen is seven doubled: seven was judging alone, fourteen is the adjusting after the judgement, back and forth, slowly, until it's right.
Where you'll recognise it: the healing stretch after a big change, needing to fold two lives into one, and every question that's not 'whether' but 'how much'. This card is about the middle way — not compromise, but the measure that lets both sides stay alive.
Running well, Temperance is the most balanced state there is: unhurried, rhythmic, able to combine what shouldn't combine. Stuck, its problem is imbalance — a foot leaves the water or the land and the water spills; or 'blending' becomes never daring to commit any force at all. That road leads to the far mountain: this is the mending stage, and once mended you're meant to walk.
