A Hero's Limelight

As if the sun weren't hot enough already. Humans spend their lives absorbing the sun's energy, but also running for cover from the great furnace. Seeking shade or slathering on ultra ultra violet skin protection, donning sun visors for the eyes, and blasting air conditioning units to kingdom come. Hardy plants wilt in its aura.

In comes fiery Mars. The heat intensifies. Mars transits Leo.

While the Sun simply radiates and naturally, effortlessly attracts, Mars puts his metal into the fire and thrusts it here there and everywhere with targets in mind. Mars sees the stage as a territory to be conquered. He valiantly projects his talent into the spotlight and claims center stage in triumph.

Mars in Leo reflects tremendous confidence and self admiration. While Mars just knows how great he is, Leo loves to remind everyone else of that truth. His performance is robust, one for the ages. The consummate show-off. His heart is engaged. 

The dour planet Saturn is in Aquarius now in square aspect to Uranus in Taurus, with their combined collective predisposition. In comes Mars opposite Saturn and square Uranus bringing Leo pride and ego with Mars self assertiveness to challenge what group equanimity could have possibly existed. With the endless attention showered on public figures one is compelled to ask, "Where am I in all of this?"

While Mars is in hot dramatic pursuit of itself, emboldened by the great solar furnace, the knowledge comes, if not the audience.

Saturn Squares Uranus

Sn.....Hey you lopsided wise guy! What makes you think you can bust loose?

Ur.....You're the boss, big shot. But I'm a brainy sort and I was thinking. Aren't restrictions created in order to break free? Aren't we to use them when advisable and then ... outward, onward, and elsewhere!

Sn.....The world of reality is a strict ordered one. Unless you aren't interested in reality.

Ur.....Oh, I'm fine with reality. In a limited capacity. You're good at limitations so kindly get out of my way. Control yourself.

Sn.....Done. Logic dictates.

It Figures

Horace Filbuster is a most unpleasant man. He often finds himself enjoying his pleasures alone.

Filbuster is a very opinionated and outright talker, commonly stomping over others' ideas, if they are even heard. And he butts in with such vigorous force that no one can resist. He does this repeatedly.

The man waxes eloquent interminably. It's most irritating. He's not that smart. Maybe a little smart. He still gets invited to parties. And he occasionally makes people laugh. He can be an astute social critic.

The Ratio of Pleasure

Astrologically speaking, Taurus equals the pursuit of pleasure, Scorpio the accompanying pain. Simply put.

In Taurus, the human creature fully enters the world of the five senses......touch, sound, sight, smell, and taste. These superb five phenomena help the native make "sense" of the surrounding world. If it feels good, she's safe, if it hurts, she recoils. If it sounds pleasing, she advances, if it's horribly loud, she covers her ears. If it's warm she relaxes, if it's cold she reaches for cover. If it tastes good, she swallows, if it's bad, she spits it out. If it's alluring to her vision, she looks, if it's too bright or ugly, she shuts her eyes.

So pleasure actually is a guidepost for humans to successfully survive the terrain they move across. The pleasure of food  guarantees continuation along with the pleasures of sex. Seeing illuminates direction. Sound and smell are probably the entry points to successful passage, being omnidirectional
Pleasure makes life worth living. Desire enables success on earth. 

Scorpio also provides guideposts alerting the native to dangers. Within the sometimes severe pain of Scorpio lies profound relief, which leads, some say, to the deepest of life's enjoyments.

Pain provides an essential contrast to pleasure, and humans balance pleasure and pain in their own ratios. Mental Uranus in sensuous Taurus for six more years might wiggle, upset or explain the ratio, and then people, if they're inclined, can figure out intelligently how much earthly delight they want and what kind they enjoy. It seems a bit odd to combine sensual pleasure with intellect, but why not? The pleasure of thought appeals to me.