There is a thought that has stayed with me for some time. That astrology may have begun not as prediction, but as poetry . Long before telescopes or scientific models, people looked up at the night sky and saw something extraordinary. The planets moved. The stars returned in their seasons. The Moon waxed and waned with quiet regularity. But more than that — it all seemed to mean something . In ancient Mesopotamia, the earliest astrologers began to record the movements of the