Mercury sits square to the nodal axis, your reasoning crossing the heading at ninety degrees and grinding where they meet, and the load lands on a step you keep arguing around instead of taking. You are dangerously articulate about the route. You can name every turn, map the whole approach, narrate the move so precisely that you never have to make it. The friction is no glitch. It is packing something load-bearing under the talk. Thought turns useful the day it serves the hard step instead of standing in for it, and the question, finally, leads you into the turn rather than away from it.