Your way of stepping through a door and your hunger for far horizons stand at opposite ends of one axis, each holding the other's gaze. Jupiter, the bellows that swells every plan and promises wider ground, faces the threshold where you appear to others in your chart. Arrive measured and something huge pulls from the far side, begging for sky. Fling yourself wide open and the first skin asks you to take your own true size, no more. The two ends call each other to account every time you show up, and the person across from you catches the swing before you feel it leave your feet. Appearing here means bargaining, over and over, about how much horizon fits inside one frame.