The heavens felt Number 4's (Aries) pain, and they wept together. In the end, it was prosaic, nothing like the fantasy we hoped to view. I tried to be as credulous as possible, but the grisly scene commanded deeper thought. Shaking on the tightrope of being blind and dumb, the horizontal pole of faith feeling unbalanced in my hands. Somehow I made it through to the other side. I dared not to look down into the bottomless pit of logic. The blood wasn't that bad to me, I half expected ...