You talk fast and the peak of your career tips toward another subject. Mercury, the mind that races and pairs words faster than the lips can follow, drags at a wrenched angle against the meridian, the visible heading your work climbs toward. Word and the public peak cut across each other, and the grinding leaves a tug. What you say will not quite match what you show, and the message snags right when you need it clearest. From that grating you learn to brake the haste, to set the whole idea in order before you turn it loose on the world. The voice is earned here by filing down the rush, word on word against the frame, until it finally tells what you truly display.