Once upon a time on October 16, under the constellation of Libra, I entered the world. Needless to say, the years I have spent on this planet have been fraught with indecision, but never indifference. The one unshakable decision I have made is to keep on striving to understand the "why" of human existence, so inextricably bound up with the Cosmos. Popular astrology is a remnant of an ancient high wisdom, the divining of super-sensible realities which underlie the physical Universe. I have written two poems for each of the twelve Sun Signs, one, a serious archetype, and the other, a more humorous stereotype, though these definitions overlap at times, according to the nature of the Sign. I confess immediately that I am a Libra, and have included three poems for my own Sign. This aberration did not spring from pride. True to the incorrigible indecisiveness of Libra, I was constitutionally unable to choose two out of the three poems which sparked my imagination!