If you ask me, astrology is a bunch of bunk, a load of hooey, nothing but pure bologna. I say this because the morning newspaper column informed me that today’s a good day for skepticism.
A number of years ago my wife and I were visiting three friends. Paul, the single male amid two couples, made the observation that all five of us were Pisces. Which is true. Though one is a “cusp” Pisces-and I can definitely see that. Jim, the third male, is definitely cusp-ish.
Pisces, for those of you unfamiliar with us, are sensitive and creative individuals. Is it true that we are sensitive? Yes. None of us like being insulted, and if you put a tack on the chair of any of the five friends, I’m sure each and all would notice it upon sitting down, if not sooner.
Were all five of us creative? Well, I’m a writer, so that makes me creative. My wife played the flute in high school band, so she is creative. Paul had an extensive CD collection, and to appreciate music like he does, you have to be creative. Jim? Hmm . . . Jim played with his dog pretty darn creatively. It wasn’t just fetch and tug-of-war; he could even get his dog to howl along with him. Jim’s wife, Mary Claire, liked to cook, so she was creative, too. It’s amazing how much we had in common.
Hold on. I just had a thought. Must be the skepticism coming through. Astrology proposes that the position of distant stars and planets at the moment of our birth profoundly influences our personality. Why, I wonder, is the moment of birth so sensitive to cosmic influence. At that time we only go from being inside a womb to outside it. It’s not like we were locked in a lead vault.
What about this idea: What if an individual’s personality is fatefully influenced by the television program being broadcast the moment he or she was conceived? Continue Reading »
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