Let's workshop this poem about how we should reject astrology not for its origins (desire for meaning, community), but for its predictive failures, inability to pass the identical twin test, etc.
Verifiability Not Origins
Troubled by impotence
in our unpredictable transience;
longing to preserve childhood
magic (and seem deep);
peer pressure—if such origins
for Gen-Zodiac love of astrology
falsify astrology, even
rigorous sciences (hard-work,
non-sham sciences) are doomed.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)