I like how snowboarder Graham Watanabe described his experiences at last February's Winter Olympics. He wasn't content with making a generic comment like "It was awesome!" or "No words could describe how great it was!" Instead he got florid and specific: "Try to imagine Pegasus mating with a unicorn and the creature that they birth. I somehow tame it and ride it into the sky in the clouds and sunshine and rainbows. That’s what it feels like." As you break through your previous limits in the coming weeks, Pisces, I'd love to hear you summon some bursts of articulate jubilation akin to Watanabe's.

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A friend gave me a live rosebush in a planter for my birthday last June. After a few weeks, its five red flowers withered and turned brown but didn't fall off their stems. I left them there, perversely fascinated by the dead blooms that wouldn't let go. Months later, in late November, five new flowers blossomed. Then the bush displayed a mix of the living and the dead.

Would you have plucked off the dried-up old blooms, or would you find it more beautiful with both the living and the dead together?
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The preceding oracle comes from my book, PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings.