Read the debate at Astrology-and-Science.com and it did wonders for my solipsistic notions. At first, the fact that there is absolutely no evidence for any truth in astrology, impressed me to such a degree that when I went out for a drink that night, I looked on the girls I was chatting to not as exemplifying a particular Arian or Sagittarian architype, as I am wont to do, but in the way I used to before I learned the language of astrology. The conversation seemed to flow more easily from their side. Later I reflected on how or if I should reclaim astrology and thought about the possibility of an astrological poetic. This seems wholly appropriate since Neptune is conjunct Mars in my chart since it suggests a astrological poetic. Of course, it also suggests madness. Strange then that I should have a new insight into an insulting e-mail I got from a girl once. A propos a letter I had sent, which included some astrological stuff, she wrote: "You probably think it's poetic, I think it's crap." As a matter of fact, at the time I didn't think it was poetic, but now I think that if that is the poetic by which I live my life, the fabric of reality in its real, symbolic or imaginary ontology, then so be it. Thanks for the tip. She then went on to write, "I think you are off your trolley". This was probably in response to the fact that I wrote that I had thought she was a "sex-crazed loon". I was hurt by her remark because the notion that she was a sex-crazed loon was something that I only entertained for a moment, before I dismissed it because I realised I was merely projecting myself onto her. I wrote in the past tense (finished time)but she wrote in the present (always true). The reason I was projecting myself was that I thought I had been invited to do so by a significant look. But I realised that I have no business being hurt by her remark because if I admit that I was projecting myself onto her and the projection was that a sex-crazed loon, then she is absolutely right to say I am off my trolley. Neptune conjunct Mars suggests erotomania. Madness is something with which I have to deal in this life. Deal with it. Was it Christopher Smart who said, "I said the world was mad, and they said I was mad. And, damn it, they out-voted me." Madness and democracy--nice one. Pascal wrote that everyone is so mad that it is mad to think one is not mad. Usually such a rigorous thinker, Pascal's remark is nonsense. I decided to go along with the astrological poetic while I was watching flamingoes. Morphologically they are Aquarian because they resemble the Jupiter glyph, they filter feed, they live in air and when they walk on water they generate waves, they are social birds travelling in flocks. Nonsense? Madness? Perhaps, but I don't mind thinking like this.