The two planets meet about every thirteen years, and those born to it carry belief as a physical appetite. Such a native does not adopt convictions; they are swept into them, and while the conviction lasts it organises everything. Money, time and sympathy are given away with a freedom that alarms their relatives. They are frequently right about people, sometimes spectacularly wrong, and the errors are always of the same kind: they saw what somebody could become and treated it as what the person already was.
In work this produces the promoter, the preacher and the artist of large scenes. The native describes the finished thing so vividly that others fund it, join it, or marry into it before a line of it exists. Delivery is the weak point. Detail is not merely neglected but felt as a smallness of spirit, and accounts kept under this contact tend to be optimistic in the technical sense. Alcohol, charitable causes and unsuitable rescues are the three most common ways the appetite finds an outlet when work does not.
The contact improves markedly once the native accepts a discipline that will not flatter them: a craft with standards, an order with a rule, an editor, a treasurer. What is then left is a rare thing, an imagination big enough to be worth building. Disillusion is the recurring event of such a life, usually in the late thirties and again in the fifties, and it is survivable. What is not survivable is the habit of treating each disappointment as proof that the world is mean rather than that the estimate was wrong.
What It Gives
- ◆generosity without calculation
- ◆vision others will finance
- ◆genuine compassion for the ruined
- ◆faith that survives disappointment
What It Costs
- ◆detail felt as smallness
- ◆people seen as their potential
- ◆money given past all sense
This is one line of a whole chart. The rest of it — every placement, house and aspect at once — is a birth date away.
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