[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFWC4SiZBao[/embed] He used to call me DN That stood for deadly nightshade This week the Sun makes its way into the final ten degrees of Scorpio, the land of deadly nightshade. Without benefit of warmth or light, this final stretch of Scorpio is a journey through the charnel...

Sonnet 148 by William Shakspeare O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world...