Fog on one side of the axis, a table you can knock on with your knuckles on the other. Your Part of Fortune sits directly across from Neptune, a calculated point your chart reads from Sun, Moon, and Ascendant, and each pole reveals its opposite: the dream wraps itself around your well-being, and the well-being keeps asking it for edges the mist will not hand over. Some days you idealize so hard you lose the good that was sitting right here. Other days the touchable joy breaks the dream open and you blink at the daylight. Stand on the axis a while and the subtle and the solid contentment turn out to feed from one spring. Pick no side, and let the mist and the wood grain both keep breathing.