Transits
have no possible idea of limits—for Saturn is the limiter.
Until Saturn completes its cycle, the limits are not
obvious. Our sense of time before the first Saturn return
is essentially eternal—this time has no limits and it
seems to us that we can and will live forever—for time
has not yet appeared on the horizon, much less has it
touched us.
Each year of our life before that first Saturn return
appears linear, and time stretches out toward the future
in what looks to be a straight line. We cannot yet see
that the straight line toward our future is a slow curve,
one that will eventually come full circle. Once we gain
that insight—the gradual knowledge there is nowhere in
particular we are going— with it will come a sense of
responsibility. Life and its circumstances for those less
than thirty is somehow always new.