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Another trip around the sun, another change of the seasons, another birthday spent on the vernal equinox.

While I have never put much stock in astrology, everybody I know who has any knowledge of the practice finds my birthday utterly fascinating … March 20th, born on the cusp between Aries and Pisces. I sort of fall into a cosmic gap, almost evenly balanced by the pull of heavenly forces.

Descriptions of people on the Pisces/Aries cusp are flowing and grand, but somewhat schizophrenic. Look at the horoscopes for Pisces and Aries every week and they magically cancel each other out. Someone once showed me my astrologicial chart, which is designed to show how cosmic forces influence one’s life. Most people have a chart that looks like a rhombus or some odd parallelogram. Mine’s a square.

I’m a good engineer … I know equilibrium when I see it.

From the star’s point of view, I am nothing but a product of my environment. This must really piss off the sun, and I’m sure the moon isn’t to hot about it either. Right now I’m sure the two of them are trying to figure out how to put a meteorite into the pointy roofline of my new house, just to convince me that the heavens are for more than stargazing and bad SciFi channel “original movies”.

But I’m a bit older, possibly wiser … and never more pleased with the way my life has turned out. Without the heavens to blame or credit, I guess I have nobody to thank but me, my family and my friends for where I am today … and nobody to blame but myself if I ever manage to screw things up.

All this and more daylight … not bad.