Nobody Moves, And Nobody Gets Hurt

I took a genetics class once, covering a lot of the many, many things that can go wrong when people reproduce. The instructor was thoughtful enough to provide statistics with each disorder... Cri du Chat Syndrome, 1 in 50,000 births. Klinefelter's Syndrome, 1 in 500 births. Turner's Syndrome, 1 in 2,500 births. And so on. The funny thing is: if you added up all the numbers, you'd only get a grand total of two or three percent of all births where there was a genetic problem involved.

Nonetheless, no one walked out of that class convinced they could ever have a "normal" child.

Astrology, and keeping an eye on one's transits and progressions, can be a little like that. It's hard to find a perfect time to do anything, and quite often the things we do, plan on doing, or that simply happen to us just plain happen when they happen, and are quite outside of reasonable human control. Just because next Tuesday would be the perfect day to get married doesn't mean you will get married next Tuesday. Or that anyone will be able to show up on a week day. Or, for that matter, that you'll be able to find anyone who wants to marry you next Tuesday. Or that if you do, it's someone you'll still want to be married to next week, or next year, or next decade...

So, to summarize: sometimes even astrologers have to move during a Mercury retrograde. Which is why my Internet access is incredibly screwed up.

See you all later this week...

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