Perhaps recent interest in the Vertex and its association with that ‘special someone’ is pure fabrication, confirming astrology’s reliance on confirmation bias. The angles in the chart below repeat every 23 hours 56 minutes and 4 seconds, like the position of stars. They cannot rationally be connected with the behaviour of the human soma, since they occur in the middle of the day in summer, the morning in autumn, and the evening in spring.
Or can they?
“Sometimes, too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping…. Formed by the appetite that I was on the point of gratifying, she it was, I imagined, who offered me that gratification. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The rest of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman whose company I had left but a moment ago: my cheek was still warm with her kiss, my body bent beneath the weight of hers. If, as would sometimes happen, she had the appearance of some woman whom I had known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to the sole quest of her, like people who set out on a journey to see with their own eyes some city that they have always longed to visit, and imagine that they can taste in reality what has charmed their fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would dissolve and vanish, until I had forgotten the maiden of my dream.”
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, trans. C.K. Scott Moncrieff.