Well, lookie here, they’re talkin’ ’bout some fella named Cillian Murphy and his stars. Stars, huh? Back in my day, stars were just pretty lights in the sky, didn’t know they could tell you ’bout a fella’s innards.
So, this Cillian fella, he’s a Gemini. Born on May 25, 1976, they say. Gemini, that’s like twins, right? Two sides to him, maybe. Like one day he’s sweet as pie, next day he’s grumblin’ like a bear with a sore paw. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout these star signs, but that’s how folks are, ain’t they?
They go on and on about his “birth chart.” Said it tells you ’bout his personality and how he feels things. Humph. Waste of time, if you ask me. You wanna know a fella, you sit down, have a cup of coffee, and listen. Stars ain’t gonna tell you nothin’ a good chat won’t.
- They say his sun sign is Gemini. Means he’s probably a talker, maybe a bit flighty.
- And then there’s somethin’ called a “moon sign.” Said that’s ’bout how he feels inside. Don’t even understand what it is.
- And somethin’ else, “Ascendant.” That’s how he acts when you first meet him, they say. Capricorn, they call it. Serious type, maybe?
Now, they’re comparin’ him to some other fella, Reeves, born in 1964, a Virgo. Said he’s got all sorts of planets in Virgo. Sun, Mercury, somethin’ called Uranus and Pluto, all in there. And then his moon, Mars and Venus are somewhere else. Sounds like a big ol’ mess to me. Too many planets, too much confusion. Makes my head spin like a whirligig.
This whole astrology chart thing, it’s like tryin’ to catch smoke. They say it shows his traits, how he reacts, what kind of fella he is. But I say, traits ain’t set in stone. Life throws things at you, and you change. You learn. You grow. Stars ain’t got nothin’ to do with that.
They talk about “celestial bodies” shinin’ down and shapin’ him. Well, the only celestial body I ever paid attention to was the sun, ’cause it told me when to plant my corn and when to bring in the wash. This Cillian fella, he’s an actor, they say. So maybe his stars tell him how to pretend to be someone else? Don’t make no sense to me.
They got this “Pythia AI” doin’ the chart readin’. AI? Another one of them newfangled contraptions. Back in my day, you wanted somethin’ figured out, you went to the wise woman in the village, not some machine. But I guess times change. Still, I’d trust the old woman over a machine any day.
This natal chart, birth chart, whatever they call it, is supposed to be a map of the stars when he was born. Like the sky was takin’ a picture, and that picture tells you who he is. Seems a bit far-fetched, don’t it? But folks like to believe in somethin’, I guess. Some folks believe in stars, some folks believe in hard work, some just believe in gettin’ through the day.
So, this Cillian Murphy, Gemini, actor, stars all lined up in some kinda special way. Maybe it means somethin’, maybe it don’t. But at the end of the day, he’s just a fella, same as anyone else. Got his good days and his bad days, his joys and his sorrows. And no amount of star-gazin’ is gonna change that. You want to understand a person? Look at what they do, not what the stars say they might do. That’s the truth, plain and simple, like a good cup of tea on a cold mornin’.
They use a lot of big words, these astrology folks. “Influence,” “traits,” “emotional responses.” Sounds fancy, but it’s all just talk, far as I can see. Life ain’t written in the stars, it’s written in what you do with the cards you’re dealt. And this Cillian fellow, he seems to be doin’ alright for himself, stars or no stars.
