The corner where your life breathes easiest and the wild, refused self share one degree, a campfire and the dark just past it pooling into a single glow. Your Part of Fortune, the ease-point your chart figures from rising sign, Sun, and Moon by sect, fuses with Lilith, the Black Moon at the lunar apogee, the untamed self shoved past the fence. The place you relax and the thing they told you to tame turn out to be one room. You settle most fully the moment you quit apologizing for the unruly part. No prize is being handed over. Just the odd comfort of setting your weight down right where the wildness lives, no leash on it and no excuse made for it.