How is it that a bunch of folks on a nondescript planet in a boring part of the universe are smart enough to send spacecraft to explore their neighbourhood (Cassini, the Voyagers, various Mars-cars etc) AND think that astrology is valid?
Tell me true, oh sweeties.
OK, fine. That’s just the ornery Taurean in me coming out. The ability to hold mutually contradicting beliefs in the face of clear cut evidence is one of our defining characteristics eg:
-> Sure, he’s married with kids, but he says he’s unhappy and will leave them to be with me.
-> I know, he’s a drunk, but he’s a good guy underneath.
-> She says it’s just an “emotional relationship” so I’m sure they’re not having sex.
Delusion is a protection mechanism. Facts are so hard-edged that we might actually need to tell ourselves stories just to round off the edges. Buffering the brutality of our own nature and that of people we think are close to us is the lubricant of all our relationships.
Does anyone really want the unvarnished truth all the time?