The great Darkness

Astrologers are excit­ed. In Jan­u­ary 2020, there will be an eclipse at the same time as the align­ment of sev­er­al celes­tial bod­ies, Plu­to, Ceres, Sat­urn, Jupiter, with­out for­get­ting the Sun, Moon, and Mer­cury, they will all be at 22º Capri­corn (or Can­cer, the oppo­site sign)! The apoc­a­lypse, I tell you !

Democ­rats cer­tain­ly don’t have a crys­tal ball, no mat­ter what. Their great ene­my, the Trump in all his grandeur, will suf­fer much dur­ing this peri­od. It pass­es or breaks, I hear.

You don’t need the stars to under­stand that the world is not going very well. The stock mar­ket crash is not very far away either, if not earth­quakes threat­en­ing us. And then, the whole plan­et gets hot­ter, minds are raw, politi­cians shout very, very loud­ly so that we don’t hear their contradictions.

We could end­less­ly add to the list of prob­lems that over­whelm us and threat­en us. Lit­tle Gre­ta knows some­thing about it. With all this, it is chal­leng­ing to remain zen, not to bow down, to do some­thing with your life.

Is the world in trou­ble ? How­ev­er, this is not much com­pared to the quan­tum whirrs of an explod­ing star. I am sor­ry that we are noth­ing but dazed fire­flies, freudi­an, and dic­ta­to­r­i­al hys­te­rias, one more than the oth­er, that we are noth­ing more sui­ci­dal than lib­er­at­ing dri­ves, that, like poor­ly made-up trans­ves­tites, we make a spec­ta­cle of our­selves on small tele­phone screens.

The Uni­verse has allowed human­i­ty to appear with­out pay­ing more atten­tion to it than that. And the men and women who inher­it­ed this cursed gift do not yet know how to rejoice, too busy imi­tat­ing their creator.

It is as if, in all this splen­dor, there was final­ly only noth­ing­ness, the Great Black, and, despite the inter­stel­lar fire­works, noth­ing could escape the attrac­tion of Silence.

We’ll see what hap­pens in Jan­u­ary 2020.