Planetary transits: the cosmic mockery of our existence, where celestial bodies dance their predetermined paths, completely indifferent to our microscopic struggles.
These swift-moving harbingers of false hope create the illusion of daily meaning. Mercury controls your futile attempts at communication, Venus governs your doomed relationships, and Mars fuels your pointless ambitions.
Jupiter expands your delusions of grandeur while Saturn crushes them with cold reality. Their dance is a cosmic joke spanning decades of your insignificant existence.
So slow in their movements that entire generations share the same celestial burdens. Your personal connection to them is as meaningful as a grain of sand's relationship to the ocean.
Each planetary return (i.e. Saturn) marks another completed circle of meaninglessness The universe continues its indifferent rotation, whether you learn its lessons or not - and you won't.