The Meaning of Life and Everything*

Selon de cette "chart" à gauche (en fait, une affiche pour un film assez bon; cliquez sur l'image pour big, s.v.p.), j'ai la généreuse, la discrète, et l'assassine. En général, je suis en accord avec tout ça. Mais, j'ai un petit problème avec le grain sur l'oeil: la passionnée. C'est vrai que je suis passionnée mais, in other cultures, ang may nunal sa mata ay nakakakita raw ng multo. Har har.

In fact, I have three moles on my right eye: two small ones, and a big one like a solar flare at the edge of my cornea. Now, my brother has seen ghosts a few times and that is the only reason why I can entertain the possibility of their existence. Sometimes, I even try to scare myself into seeing ghosts but my so-called "powers" just don't work. One possible explanation is that ghosts are more afraid of me than I am of them. I wouldn't be surprised.

An absolute lack of superstitious belief can be rather impoverishing.

This morning, however, I read a friend's post mentioning that the past few weeks (from June 16 to July 10) have been Mercury in retrograde. If I have a sneaking fondness for a "superstition," it would be for astrology. It's just so literary--even more than stichomancy (which is too literal and begging for self-fulfillment). What made me do a double-take, though, is the coincidentality. The first day of my total shutdown was June 16 and yesterday--a day of two birthdays--found me cheerful enough to think of an actual date for coming out of my cave.

[Nous sommes en Jour 6 de La Grande Expérience.]

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*Cheer up, Mike. :)