If confronted by a scorpion, the
eye is drawn to the sting and the
claws are forgotten until they
nip you, painfully.
So Mythistory lost track of
one end of a big beast by being
fixated on the other, inventing some
guff to placate Venus—
scales or something?--- that
ignored the danger
immanent in the stars whose
names spelt out the trap:
Zubenelgenubi—Southern Claw;
Zubeneschamali—Northern Claw;
Zubenelakrab—Scorpion's Claw;
all neatly tightening about your neck.
So drop nice notions of balance and
equanimity and peace to all men because
claws close and when they do they
sting as deeply as the tail.
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