A wrecking ball on one side of the axis, a room someone already finished living in on the other. Your Part of Fortune sits directly across from Pluto, a calculated point your chart reads from Sun, Moon, and Ascendant, and neither pole stands alone: your intensity goes stirring up your well-being, and your well-being asks it please not to raze what is already thriving. Some days you demolish so much that the contentment you had goes down in the rubble. Other days the thriving takes the edge off you and part of you misses the burn. Held across the axis, transforming and simply being well prove to spring from one deep seam. Steady comes when you keep both poles in your grip until the intensity stops eating your peace.