It finally dawned on me, unbidden, unsought sudden revelation as if the first flowers before Spring.
It is not water, per se, that makes me a Pisces; I am no swimmer and such plain interpretation is not stitched into my soul, it is sleep and dreams.
For I am most in my element when half-asleep and daydreaming where words of wonder cascade into my mind and play out scripts many will never see, save for the scribblings I preserve with pen; a good habit must start sometime.
If technology ever does rise, leading to machine overlords and state enforced unnatural efficiency I'll probably end up unintentionally crashing their mainframe. Technology and I are not firm friends though I do try to make my machines last, insert double entendre here.
And some days I wish for the magic of the elements.