the sagittarian’s last breath would be a song. life is a masterpiece, a sketch
of games and discovery, philosophical meaning and
true joy. music never stops, there is a sort of colourful madness. their mutable quality gives an airy lightness, a cool duality and chameleon dynamic, the
smell of sunshine pollen in the morning wind
sagittarians possess the alchemy of far sighted intuition. there is sensible, reasoned, and righteous sagittarius who is adept with the laws of psychology, human nature, and the spirit. the individual understands they are
the piece on the puzzle of god. then there is also the chaotic sagittarius, who
gorges in excess and refuses to believe beyond eyesight.
something can be explosive in sagittarius, a force to be reckoned with, one which can also be quite conservative and easily rattled.
all mutable signs are hard to pin down in some way or another. sagittarius is capable of developing profound mystic riches. but they can also
refuse to embody the duality of them that is pure spirit, and to be contained in human form is poisonous