You think with the forbidden idea folded in, never breaking it off before you speak. That ease is the climate your sentences come from, fluent and unforced. Mercury and the lunar apogee hold a trine, so clear thought and the thing you refused to bury travel together, and people can feel the rare candor in your words. No planet is doing the thinking for you. The calculated apogee just sets your mind running down an open channel. What you say never sounds rehearsed. It sounds like someone who never edited the wild idea out. The danger hides in the fluency: a sharp mind paired this smoothly with the unsayable can go flat the moment you take the candor for granted.