For all of us earthbound creatures, the firmament with its revolutions of planets and stars, determining the spread of tides and the length of days and the drift of the calendar and the juxtaposition of our very personalities (astrology-wise, we're speaking) is a marvelous muse to have. Hanging over us day in and out, framed in the unattainable and yet somehow soul-linked to our own humble path across the face of this planet. There's an element of the uncanny to all of this and the... (read more)

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