November 24th- An intersection of desert expanse and urban gossip creates shades of impulsive adventure. Moral philosophers on one side, drunk and resigned seeing stars in a bar, escape into neon lights surrendering to the indulgence of the daredevil desires of adolescence. “Tumble down the steepest staircase, railing, mountain trail,” the voices seem to say. “Bruise and break yourself for the rush of the battle scars.” Shock value makes the hormones feel true to their discoveries. On the other side of that desire-factory, a stampede ravages dry land after sundown.
When looking out from those strobes and dance lights, up from the numbing glasses, it’s possible to sit out with the warthogs perching on the stone wall and snorting, chuckling at the procession of obsessive wants. Impulses insist on running altogether; the antelopes and rhinos possessed, and the frustrated teens and jackasses, too, breathless, groping for climaxes. Rolling over in laughter, our pig-selves make it clear that to follow those yearnings we must preserve their integrity, which is about witnessing: “look and observe as all of the desires feel how it feels to charge forward. And don’t take it all so seriously!” the warthogs chortle, bellies up to meet the underbelly’s belch of the morning sun.
-World Shadow Horoscope, November 24th, 2020