The ashlars fit one over the next and the wall climbs straight with no scaffold. Saturn, the part that structures and holds with no effort spent, pours at a clean angle toward the meridian, the visible heading your work crests toward. Structure and the public peak run one current. Step into your vocation and the order shows up on its own, the work settling firm as though it knew where to bear its load. The world watches you advance with a solidity that seems to cost you nothing. That steadiness you never fight. It comes given. In it, the way you show up in public carries the calm of someone building on bedrock, the kind others lean on without being held at arm's length.