The Sun appeared to have the place all to itself, and that suited the Sun just fine. After all, it’s pretty awesome being the Sun.
At the same time though, the Sun had a strange feeling. Could it be… incompleteness? That didn’t seem very likely to the Sun. Thus, it was with both a certain amount of relief and a fair amount of surprise that the Sun reacted when the voice suddenly announced itself from somewhere behind the Sun .
“You have needs,” the voice said.
The Sun turned around and saw the Moon was there. The Moon smiled and gestured expansively at the vast empty birth chart surrounding the two. “Sure, you’re great, but don’t you hope for more than just that?”
The Sun pause to consider. “Like… what?”
“You need to have needs!” The Moon replied. “You need to feel the need to connect to other people. You need to have instincts about things. You need emotional satisfaction!” The Moon replied. “Just think of all the stuff you could have if you teamed up with me. Nurturance, and the ability to nurture others. That certain je ne sais quoi! A feeling of completion! The sense that your yang has a yin! Don’t get me wrong bud, you’re magnificent all by yourself. But if you aren’t able to connect to others, who else is going to appreciate how magnificent you are? Am I right?”
The Sun paused to consider this. “I admit this sounds like a pretty good partnership. But to be honest with you I don’t know how I feel about sharing top billing.”
“Oh, that’s the beauty of it amigo.” The Moon said. “You will always get top billing. Whenever anyone asks ‘what sign are you,’ they’re never going to be asking about little ol’ me. But I will still always be there for you, buddy, giving you intuition and childhood memories and appetites and concerns and longings that you couldn’t even possibly imagine if it weren’t for me.”
“Okay, this sounds like a good deal to me. But is it going to cost me anything?” The Sun said.
“Not a dime!” The Moon replied confidently. “All you have to do is feed me.”
“Feed you?” The Sun said. “That’s it?”
“That’s the whole deal, bro,” the Moon said as it smiled broadly, revealing two rows of pointy teeth.
The Moon slowly extended a long sea-green tendril to embrace the Sun in a friendly hug. “Feed me. I get so hungry sometimes.”
The Moon licked its lips. “Feed me. I need to be fed or neither of us will do ourselves or anyone else any good. I’ll try not to make you go to far out of your way to do it, or block your needs or thwart your ambitions or screw up your relationships, but I have appetites, and I can’t guarantee that won’t happen sometimes. But most of all… I need you to feed me. Feed me. Feed me.”