Sharp wrote:Its your “Birth Date” your age and star sign is counted from, not when an egg was fertilised. Had to start somewhere, and that sounds a lot more acceptable way to mark your birthday than the date ones Mom was shagged.Regards Sharp
why?
what connects stars to what I am?
their "influx on my generation", right?
when astrology was invented, people presumed that you are MADE the day you are BORN. That your brain, body, istincts, adrenaline levels, whatever, are made that day.
Now we know that your are MADE the day you are CONCEIVED [a modicum of knowledge of biology would tell you that. Short of that, even religionists think the same way: you exist since the day you are conceived].
So, if the whole idea of Astrology is "the stars were located in a significant way when your destiny was traced"...
... either astrology was wrong until moderm medicine was born, or it is wrong today.
Which is it, according to you?
Sorry for bothering, but I don't care much about stars or DNA,
but I do care A LOT about logic,
and I see a deep logic flaw in all of this.
PS:
let's forget the tone of the elegant phrase about my mother being "shagged".
Let's just consider the substance of the event you were considering: well, I think the day my parents made love and made me has been a nice day to me.
Methinks they enjoyed it: I certainly do.
So, I'd think about it with a certain respect.