Take me past the edge / I want to see the other side

– Sleep Token, “The Summoning” (2023)

Pisces is the sign of the cosmic ocean. Literal spacetime is largely transparent as Physics informs us. This is why spacetime is inky-dark, as opposed to cloudy-white. Pisces is a diffuse, dark sea with streams of light in every direction. Pisces is the encompassing of every star being its own dust, sparkling into the black glass that is spacetime. Scorpio is the sign of the deep depths. We are reminded of the abyssal or benthic zones. In these waters no light enters at all, and creatures that are adapted to pitch-black darkness lurk. Scorpio is dark, mysterious, and opaque in that light cannot enter its depths. Scorpio is about the layered conditions of crushing pressures, the evasion of senses and knowledge. When you place both signs together by the statistical chaos of astrological birth charts, what a person that results.

We have both the transparent and the opaque, the deep and the diffuse. The possibility of so much light flowing outwards to illuminate the vast pockets of interstellar and intergalactic spaces, and the raging conditions of depths so dark that they are impervious to the gatekeepers of knowing — proof, evidence, examination. To fill such wide spaces, like primordial hydrogen and helium expanding outwards, from the birth of this universe to the present. Physics remind us that the universe is characterized by massive voids. Across voids, the flows of billions of galaxies in web-like structures known as filaments. Pisces is the oldest astrological sign — so old, you can almost see how watery and material time can be, observed as the evolution of cosmic sprawl. So old, Pisces harbors so much potential for renewal, to be young and dizzying and fazed with childlike wonder. Across the sprawl, pockets of intensity lurk where people least expect, containing nothing. Or, nothing but matter. Nothing but hypotheticals and placeholders for contexts difficult to express or describe — dark matter, dark energy. The realm of scorpions that can only felt, barely deciphered by mathematics. For all their darkness, they are indeed there.

This cosmic ocean coupled with opaque layers of darkness, all turbulent and collected within a person. Oh, drown me in all the darkness, all the wanting, all that I can barely know but feel!