haha with the zodiac changing and planets disappearing - or becoming lesser entities you rightly ponder where the hell we fit in ha - just shows how much of what people do is guesswork - oh planet - woo - a bit more knowledge - ah maybe not.. ha I love the whimsical tone of "and what about my horse, am I no longer a bull?" ha! nice!!
haha with the zodiac changing and planets disappearing - or becoming lesser entities you rightly ponder where the hell we fit in ha - just shows how much of what people do is guesswork - oh planet - woo - a bit more knowledge - ah maybe not.. ha I love the whimsical tone of "and what about my horse, am I no longer a bull?" ha! nice!!
hmm...such food to fuel ones thoughts! The best poem by me is the one that invites the reader to contribute of his own thoughts, experiences, emotions, etc. So that rates you rather high. But first the matter of the poem: Its point straight forward and simplistic, well turned and considered, concise and replete with enough identifiable ingredients of the subject being discoursed on to "couch in its own terms" so to speak ;-) Engaging and intelligent. quite able.
As to the philosophical puzzle, it is interesting that such a paradox can even exist. On the low end of the spectrum, the ancients found the stars and constellations and such to be divine and sublime which belief upheld by the actual reliability of them in coinciding with and predicting seasons, cyclic phenomena, navigation et al. Conversely, on the high end of the spectrum is it not more significant that holding those horoscopic phenomena and aspects true then brought a degree of truth and reality to them? If indeed man believed and agreed that a certain aspect of this were true, then by agreement it WOULD be true...
You ask interesting questions here.
It really makes us wonder where to go
when the things that have defined us
for thousands of years...all of a sudden
no longer apply. I enjoyed this one.