I look to the sky and I ask myself why there’s so many stars. I look at the moon and wonder if it can sometimes change my mood. I try to count the stars but there’s too many to keep track of them all. My mind can’t conceive of the wonders of the heavens so my jaw falls in awl.
At times I wonder if my birth chart really determines my purpose and destiny. And what is my purpose and destiny? I’ll look to the stars and cultivate my most inner secretes of who I am.