Your faith and your hunger pour out of the same mouth, indistinguishable, one big swallowing yes. Jupiter sits welded to the Black Moon in your chart, so when you reach for more you reach with the part that was never house-trained, and people catch the edge in your generosity before they can name it. You do not open from what is polite. You open from what bites. No body in the sky lends you this appetite. It is the calculated apogee, a fixed angle your wanting bends along, and your whole sense of the big picture grows straight up out of it. The work is not to starve the appetite. It is to point it at something worth the size of it.
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