If it is true that the black hole at the center of the galaxy, the dimensionless point at the core of a proton, and the ayin-soph in the center of an electron each contain the total information of the cosmos, then it follows that your great grandfather smells like a mushroom, his roots entangled in mycelium-darkness under the Winter forest. What more proof do you need that the alignment of planets and stars is insignificant compared to the blinding diamond laser of joy that fountains out of the earth up your spine? Just pause for an instant between breathing out and breathing in, which is to say, between the timeless beginning and the eternal end. Then you will comprehend the logic of next Spring.
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