Uranus in Pisces, Sun in Aries, and Mars in Capricorn.
That what I started with. I was going to add some more, but I got deterred. First it was reading, then I had to look at the coverage, then it was something else.
Here’s the draft that didn’t get published:
Uranus in Pisces, Sun in Aries, and Mars in Capricorn. Bombs fell on Baghdad? War isn’t pretty. Whether you’re for or against this conflict, please remember that the warriors are fighting for your right say that you are either for or against this conflict. And please pray for a quick resolution.
In my afternoon events, I had a chance to talk to the Egyptian dry cleaners guy. He was adamantly against what he suggested was a totalitarian regime in Iraq. But he also warned, pointing to the apartment building I’m currently responsible for, across the street, if someone came and tried to throw me out of there, what would I do?
Now, I picked the opening quote some time ago, but what’s so grimly amusing, is that the play? It’s about war.
It’s not a protest.
It’s just that I saddled up to the word processor this morning, and flipping through a couple of new sites, I discovered I was heading right back down into that media saturation point.
The obsession with up-to-the-nanosecond news. I tried listening to the radio, but that didn’t work, either.
It’s like one of those quart-sized glasses of ice tea, and I upend a sugar-shaker over it. I keep pouring the sugar into it until the sugar itself won’t dissolve anymore.
But I keep pouring that sugar in, and it starts to form a pile along the bottom of the glass. Still more.
I know I should stop, but watching that refined white powder cascade into the bottom the glass, no matter how much I stir, it just won’t dissolve anymore.
What’s the scientific term for that? Saturation?