Your mind reaches for the word the second something stirs, while your chest asks to stay wordless a beat longer. Across the axis, Mercury hands you the quick translation while the Moon holds out the raw unnamed feeling. Name it too soon and you sense the warmth drained out in the labeling. Stay silent and you go uneasy not knowing what is even moving through you. So you talk faster than you feel, then feel deeper than you can ever say. The fix is plain: give the body a few minutes with no language before the sentence shows up. A feeling you can name counts. A feeling you simply live in counts too.