The Sky Is Meaningful
The Moon is the first heavenly body most of us love.
Before we know the names of planets, before we understand the zodiac, before we ever think of the sky as meaningful, we know the Moon. She follows us down dark roads. She appears at the bedroom window. She grows, fades, disappears, and returns.
The Sun may dazzle.
The Moon keeps company.
One of the oldest accusations against astrology is that it belongs to a discarded universe. Once the Earth was no longer understood as the physical centre of creation, the argument goes, astrology should have collapsed with it. If the planets do not literally revolve around us, how can they meaningfully speak to us?
But this objection misunderstands what astrology is doing.
When I was five, I had my first conversation with my father about the existence of God — or at least the first conversation I can remember.
That I would have such a conversation with Dad was not, in itself, remarkable. He was preoccupied with religion, though very much from his own particular angle. He would talk about God with whomever happened to be available.