The wild, refused self stands square in the middle of the road you grow toward, one marker naming both the untamed part and the heading. Lilith, the Black Moon at the lunar apogee, the exiled self past the fence, fuses with the north node, the lunar point of the direction you reach for, both arrows on the chart rather than bodies in the sky. The part they told you to tame and the way ahead are one step. You walk into what comes next through the very wildness you were taught to hide. There is no path around the unruly self, because it is the path. The trap is reading the snarl as a wrong turn, when it is exactly the direction your chart points.