The settled corner holds one wall and the untamed self glares from the other, the two ends of the room refusing to blink. Your Part of Fortune, the settling-point your chart figures from rising sign, Sun, and Moon by sect, faces Lilith, the Black Moon at the lunar apogee, the refused self, across the axis. The place you would rest keeps catching the eye of the wildness that no soothing will quiet. Sink into the comfortable corner and the snarl yanks your gaze across the gap. No windfall is coming to settle this. These are two poles of one beam pinned apart, the settled and the savage each daring the other to look away first.