Barbault's Basket Is a Womb Carrying the New World
On the splendid relaunch of civilization, the convention of the old gods, and the goddesses who arrive in August
In 2014, a 93-year-old French astrologer named André Barbault looked ahead to the summer of 2026 and wrote that it would open “a splendid relaunch of civilization.”
You have probably seen the headlines by now. The world we know ends in July. The most important transit of the century. A new era begins. Most of them trace back to that one sentence, written by a man who died in October 2019, three months before the pandemic he had predicted arrived right on schedule.
I want to take Barbault seriously, because he definitely earned it. And I also want to ask the question hiding inside his most famous sentence. “Splendid” for whom?
The man who did the math
Barbault was no crystal ball mystic. He was a mundane astrologer, which means he studied nations and centuries instead of individual charts, and his main tool was mathematics. Building on a method developed by Henri Gouchon in the 1930s, he tracked what he called the cyclic index: take the five slowest planets, Jupiter through Pluto, measure the angular distance between every possible pairing of them, and add the numbers together. That gives you a single figure for any date in history. When the number is low, the outer planets are bunched together on one side of the sky. When it is high, they are spread out.
Then he laid that curve over the historical record. The low points lined up with the Black Death, the Great Plague of London, the Spanish Flu, and the two world wars. In his 1967 book he pointed decades ahead to 1989, when Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune would pile up in Capricorn, as a hinge for the century. The Berlin Wall came down that November. In 2011 he wrote that the next deep trough of the index, arriving in 2020 to 2021, would very possibly bring a pandemic. He named the word. He named the year.
So when the same man, running the same math, called July 2026 “the most benefic configuration of the century” and predicted a splendid relaunch, people who track his work paid close attention. The index bottomed out in the early 2020s right on time for Covid, and it is climbing now. The crest of that climb is coming- this week, from July 19th-22nd.
What is happening up there
The main picture of the outer planetary dance is much bigger than one week in July, but July is activating it in a powerful way. This is the part I most want you to understand.
Uranus in Gemini is trine Pluto in Aquarius, and both of them are sextile Neptune in Aries. Many astrologers are calling it the magic triangle, a mini grand trine among the three slowest bodies in the sky, and it is anything but fleeting. This triangle holds through 2028. Uranus and Pluto alone will perfect their trine five times over these two years, and the sky does not snap “back to normal” on July 23.
If the basket is a moment, the triangle is the climate that moment lives inside. It’s a multi-year structure that is the harmonic reply to the tense Uranus-Pluto squares that happened between 2012 and 2015. The planets that gave us Occupy and the Arab Spring have now returned to a flow state instead of being steeped in friction.
The big trine between Uranus and Pluto here means that the great disruptor and the lord of the underworld are getting along famously. Whatever is breaking down and whatever is breaking through have stopped fighting each other. And that is the cosmic climate until at least 2028.
But this week, July 19 through 22, is when the weather peaks. Jupiter just entered Leo on June 30, and it settles in at 4 degrees of Leo to close the triangle into a full basket on July 19. From the 19-22, the sky’s vessel-shaped lineup looks like this:
Pluto (conjunct the asteroid Juno) at 4 Aquarius
Neptune (conjunct the asteroid Borasisi) at 4 Aries
Uranus at 4 Gemini
Jupiter at 4 Leo
Four planets at four degrees over about four days. Jupiter is opposing Pluto across the middle while sextiles and trines curve beneath them. On a chart the shape looks like a cradle, or a basket.
Asteroids in the basket
Those two conjunctions between Pluto/Juno and Neptune/Borasisi deserve a closer look, because they change the guest list. Credit where it is due: astrologer Ingrid at Clan Mother Worldwide is the one who ran the basket with the asteroids in, and once I saw her version I couldn’t unsee it.
Borasisi, conjunct Neptune this month, is a small Kuiper belt world named after the sun god of Bokononism, the invented religion in Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle. Bokononism is a faith built entirely on foma: the comforting lies that make life bearable. So inside a configuration many astrologers are calling the Cradle, the god from Cat’s Cradle is conjunct Neptune, the planet of fog and collective dream. You could not commission a better warning label. Whatever glorious story gets told about the new era this month, it arrives with the patron deity of beautiful untruths sitting right on top of it.
And Juno is conjunct Pluto. Juno is Hera, the wife of Jupiter/Zeus. She is the keeper of vows and contracts, and the goddess who knows exactly what her husband has been up to. On July 19, she is standing in Hades’ corner, directly opposite Jupiter/Zeus on wheel. On the peak of exactness of Barbault’s basket, she is on Hades’ side of the table with the marriage contract in her hand.
One more flicker worth knowing about. For a short window on July 19, the basket briefly becomes a Star of David.
The Moon passes through 4 Libra while the asteroid Sauer sits at 4 Sagittarius, and for a few hours the cradle closes into a six-pointed star of celestial bodies all at 4 degrees Air and Fire. Two interlocking grand trines with three oppositions running through the center.
I believe that the asteroid Sauer is worth pausing on. The asteroid is named for Carl G. Sauer, a flight dynamics engineer who spent his career at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory calculating spacecraft trajectories. Astrologer Eric Francis has tracked this asteroid for years and reads it as the signature of engineering, of carefully planned trajectories, and of events that unfold the way they do because somebody designed them to.
In the July 19th 6-pointed star, Sauer is in Sagittarius in direct opposition to Uranus, and stays within orb until September. During this time, the planner of trajectories faces off with the one planet that cannot be planned for. Inside the brief but perfect star, that is the live tension: is this new era being engineered from above, or is it about to slip the flight plan entirely?
Hold that question…. I’ll come back to it.
When the star closes, it is two triangles interlocked, a grand trine in fire and a grand trine in air, and that is the elemental signature of the whole era, since Uranus, Pluto, and Neptune will all be traveling in air and fire signs for many years to come. The sky's deep weather now runs on spark and wind, on vision and voice, which leaves earth and water, the elements of body and feeling, out of the outer planets' hands entirely.
The boardroom of the sky
Asteroids aside, let’s look at the main planetary players in the basket. Jupiter is Zeus. Uranus is Ouranos, the primordial sky. Neptune is Poseidon. Pluto is Hades. Every one of the big daddies of the sky/sea/underworld, harmonizing at the same degree at the same time.
There is a real case that this could mean good news. When the old powers stop grinding against each other, things get built. Treaties get signed, infrastructure goes up. Barbault himself imagined the relaunch reaching the people at the bottom, envisioning a rising standard of living for the poor and a victory over misery won through solidarity. Harmony among the gods can mean peace in the village.
It could also mean the powers-that-be have finished arguing with each other and reached an agreement about the rest of us.
And if that’s the case, here is where the sky gets almost too literal. In June, a data leak exposed the membership of Dialog, a secret society co-founded by Peter Thiel in 2006. This is twenty years of off-the-record retreats where senators, treasury secretaries, generals, and tech billionaires meet to discuss things like AI disruption “How to Prepare for WWIII” and, per one leaked session title, how fun it is to be in charge.
The sky daddies and their devotees have been harmonizing behind closed doors for a while. What changed is that we can see them now, which is very Uranus in Gemini of the universe.
And the date planned for Dialog’s 2026 retreat, the one revealed in the leak? The one that has now been cancelled by the venue due to public backlash?
August 12-16, outside Dublin.
Hold that date- August 12th. It’s the first solar eclipse on the Leo/Aquarius axis. he sky has big plans for it too.
The gates of the basket
By looking at the Human Design gates of the Barbault basket configuration, the picture becomes more specific. Those four planets at 4 degrees each land in a particular energetic frequency, and the gates give some deeper clues about what kind of machine the basket is.
Pluto, lord of the underworld, is in Gate 41, the Gate of Contraction, until December 2028. Gate 41 is the only gate of the 64 that is correlated with the genetic start codon. It is also the first gate of the Human Design year, the beginning of a new cycle. 41 lives in the Root center as pure initiating pressure, the hunger for a new form of experience.
Its gift is anticipation, like an expectant mother experiencing contractions and anticipating a new life to arrive. Its shadow is fantasy, the story of the new world that you believe blindly, before anyone has had a chance to live it. Pluto exposes the shadowy basement, the dank soil that nobody has reached into for a while. That is where the riches are buried. It’s also where you’re going to have to get a little dirty to find them. Pluto in the start codon means the new cycle does not begin in the light. It begins underground, in the compost, and whatever is born of this pressure will come up with the silt still on it. And Juno stands right here beside him, the keeper of vows and contracts pressed into the start codon, which tells you the new cycle opens with the terms of the old agreement on the table. Whatever begins here begins as a renegotiation.
Pluto sextiles Neptune….
Neptune is in Gate 17, the Gate of Opinions, until May 2029 (with retrogrades back into Gate 25, the Gate of Innocence). Gate 17 is in the Ajna/3rd eye center, where the mind forms an insightful vision of where everything is going. Its gift is far-sightedness, which is the real ability to see the larger pattern from a birds eye view. Its shadow is opinion, ideology mistaken for truth. Now consider what Neptune does. Neptune dissolves the boundary between what you see and what you wish were there, and it makes whatever it touches feel true in the body before the mind has checked a single fact. Park that planet in the Gate of Opinions (with asteroid Borasisi, the god of comforting lies riding along) and the sky is being extremely clear about where the failure mode lives. Neptune in Gate 17 is the vision that could carry a civilization, and it is also the fog that gets mistaken for one. From the inside the two can feel identical.
Neptune sextiles Uranus…
Uranus is in Gate 20, the Gate of the Now, until June 2027, a year from now. Gate 20 is a gate of the Throat, embodying the voice of pure presence. This is the only individual gate in the whole configuration, a gate that quotes Ram Dass: Be here, now. Its gift is self-assurance. Its shadow is superficiality, all announcement and no substance. Uranus is lightning, the awakener, the future arriving before anyone scheduled it, and it can only ever strike in the present tense. In Gemini, the sign of media and information, Uranus in this gate describes the world we are already living in, where everything announces itself instantly and the feed never stops saying now. Uranus in Gate 20 is either genuine awakening speaking in real time or an endless scroll of hot takes, and the difference comes down to whether there is anything standing behind the voice.
and to complete the basket, Uranus sextiles Jupiter…
Jupiter is in Gate 31, the Gate of Influence- from July 8 to August 2 of this year. Gate 31 is also in the Throat center, and represents the voice of leadership, the alpha who speaks for the collective. Its gift is leadership that has been chosen by the people it serves. Its shadow is arrogance, the leader who elected himself. And Jupiter is Zeus, the sky king, the great amplifier. In Leo, in this gate, he is wearing his own crown while he does it. Whatever voice occupies this gate right now gets handed the biggest microphone in the sky and a royal costume to go with it. Jupiter in Gate 31 will make someone’s leadership enormous this season - and the question that matters is whether the people being led ever did any choosing, and whose hands the microphone will be in as the summer progresses.
Read from bottom to top, Barbault’s basket is a single breath. Contractive pressure to begin something brand new, a far-sighted dream of the future, an electric and liberatory voice in the present moment, and a voice of influence ready to announce the new era from across the table. That is either the anatomy of a renaissance or the anatomy of a propagandist press release - and the gates hold both frequencies at once.
And what decides between them is which one we feed.
One more thing is worth noticing here, as it relates to the body. Among the planets in the basket there is a Root gate, an Ajna gate, and two Throat gates in this machine. There is no Sacral. The center of life force, fertility, and the energy that grows things is missing from the basket entirely. The single exception is that short time on July 19, when Sauer passes through Gate 34: Power. The sacral seat of raw power is occupied by the asteroid representing an engineered plan. Then the seat empties again.
Which brings us to the hole.
The hole in the basket
Chiron, the wounded healer asteroid that we all know and love, left Aries after 8 years and crossed into Taurus this June. He now sits at the very first degrees of the sign of the bull, and will stay there throughout the Barbault basket window.
Some astrologers, like Hummingbird Star of Collapse Astrology, are calling Chiron “the hole in the basket”, and the framing is apt. Chiron was only discovered in 1977, so it was never part of Barbault’s math. His index literally couldn’t see it, so the planetoid that sits between Jupiter and Saturn is left out. And the wound is the blind spot of the model.
To see why, let’s look at where the wounded healer sits within all this. The first degrees of Taurus fall in Gate 3, the gate of Ordering emerging out of raw chaos. The gate of new beginnings struggling to take root, the seed under the soil that may or may not make it.
In the bodygraph, Gate 3 lives in the Sacral, the center the basket is missing. Taurus is earth: soil, food, material resources, and the body itself. So while the big daddy gods harmonize about pressure and vision and voice, the wound of the whole configuration sits in the earth, in the place where things either grow or they don’t. Any relaunch of civilization that cannot answer for the soil, the food, and the body has a hole in it… and the hole is load-bearing.
…unless it was never a hole
Let’s look at the shape one more time. Four gods- Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and Jupiter form a curve, a vessel, a cradle. And something small and tender sits at the center of the open bowl - Chiron in Taurus, in the gate of the seed. There is an old and obvious name for a vessel carrying a vulnerable new life at its middle. And once I saw it I could not go back to calling it a hole. The basket is a womb. Chiron is what it is carrying.
The chart supports this reading almost embarrassingly well. Pluto’s gate, remember, is Gate 41, the Gate of Contraction, whose gift is the anticipation of an expectant mother. And Juno, the goddess of marriage and childbirth, is right there with him. The sky put the underworld god and the goddess of childbirth in the gate of labor pains at the exact moment a wounded seed settled into the belly of the configuration.
And Chiron is no passive passenger in there. From early Taurus he squares Pluto on one side and the Leo seat on the other, sitting at the apex of a T-square with the whole Jupiter-Pluto opposition funneling into him. A square is friction, and friction is how resolution gets made. Chiron in the middle is the center point of the conversation, the one asking the big gods to explain their positions, the pressure that turns a summit into labor. Whoever occupies the Leo seat- Jupiter now, Mercury at the eclipse, and other fast-moving planet after them - has to answer to the wound in the body of the earth before anything gets born.
Then there is the subliminal part. Chiron makes no major aspect to Uranus or Neptune at all. He sits one sign away from each of them, Aries on one side and Gemini on the other, a relation that traditional astrologers called aversion. Uranus and Neptune cannot see Chiron. But he works on them anyway, underneath awareness, the way a pregnancy works on a body, changing everything without ever announcing itself or needing to be visible.
Here’s something I find fascinating- something in the collective body seems to know. All summer, women have been comparing notes in group chats and comment sections online about cycles gone strange, periods skipped, periods doubled, their bodies timing thrown off schedule. The explanations on offer run from heat waves to collective stress to the wilder and lovelier idea that cycles are syncing up around the world. I am not going to adjudicate that here. I will only say that in the summer the sky formed a womb, an unusual number of wombs appear to be recalibrating, and our bodies do tend to get the memo before our minds do.
So here is my over-under on the whole era, reading the gates. The great gods of the sky, sea, and land are holding a convention that spans several years, and they are being visited in shifts - by the Moon, by the goddesses, by the quick-moving personal planets, and by a stream of asteroids, each visitor closing the vessel for a while and adding its take to the record.
At this point in the essay, I’d like to soften something I said earlier, because it changes the reading. These gods are not men. They are not Thiel or Musk or Trump or Netanyahu, although these men would like to think they are gods. No, the gods hosting this convention are powerful ancestral rememberances of the sky, the deep sky, the sea, and the underworld- gods that trace their lineage back long before men tried to become them. They are the primal domains of creation themselves coming into harmony. Men in boardrooms will surely try to ride the weather, and some of them have the retreat already booked, thinking they can control it. But the weather itself is much older and larger than they are, and this season they are not piled on top of eachother causing chaos.
They are shaped like a perfect vessel with new, vulnerable, earthly life inside.
What did Barbault mean by splendid?
I read an article the other day that made a point about this Barbault’s basket hype that I have not been able to shake. Samira Bechara of Critical Astrology wrote about the man behind the name we’ve all come to know, reporting that Barbault was misogynistic and womanizing, as well as a vocal supporter of a genocide-enabling war criminal.
She writes:
The point here is not to deny Barbault’s research nor the very real predictions he made, but rather to think critically about what exactly those predictions were in the context of his worldview, what that means about what we should be expecting, and how we should be navigating a world in which we recognize the harmful ideologies held by persons in positions of influence in our community.
When someone announces the most splendid time ever is here, you have to ask what splendid meant to that particular someone. Barbault was a brilliant man of his century, and by most accounts a deeply patriarchal one. His “splendid” may well have looked like exactly what one version of the July chart shows: the old gods, the fathers, at peace with one another, presiding over an orderly and productive world. Harmony at the top levels, but not so much on the ground, or for the marginalized.
A prediction is always also a portrait of the person making it. The math may be sound while the adjective is his.
So here is my honest read of the Barbault Basket. It is real, it is rare, and it describes harmony between the old gods, for better or for worse. Whether that harmony becomes solidarity and a more beautiful world for us all or becomes a very well-organized boardroom that relies on the subjugation of those at the bottom of the pyramid depends on what enters the picture next.
… and, lucky for us, something does enter the picture next.
August 12: the goddesses arrive
On August 12 there is a total solar eclipse in Leo, the sign of the king, the first on the Leo-Aquarius axis that will be active for the next 18 months. It is a south node eclipse, which makes it an eclipse of release, of flushing, of shedding, and it lands in Gate 4, the Gate of Formulization. This is the Ajna gate where the mind stores its formulas and answers. The lights dim briefly over the king’s own sign, right at the gate where the old answers are stored. The invitation for this eclipse is straightforward: shed the formulas we inherited about how power works and who gets to hold it, because whatever is being born will not run on them.
Around this eclipse, for a couple of days the basket-vessel-womb reactivates with new personnel. This one is a brief window, open only while Venus holds her orb, which makes it less of a season and more of an appointment. Mercury, the messenger between the gods and humans, takes Jupiter’s seat in Leo in the opposition to Pluto in Aquarius. Jupiter still stands within orb behind him. Neptune and Uranus hold their corners. And then, Venus arrives at 5 Libra and turns the basket into a five-pointed star.
Then it gets better. On the morning of the eclipse, the asteroid Ishtar, the Babylonian face of the goddess of the earth and sky, Inanna, crosses out of Scorpio into Sagittarius and joins Sauer there. On August 12th, we’ll again have six points, evenly spaced around the whole wheel: Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, Mercury with Jupiter, Venus, and Ishtar with Sauer. A grand sextile, lingering longer than the last fleeting one on July 19th. This is the rarest of the harmonic patterns, a closed circuit where every point feeds every other, formed on the day of the eclipse by Venus and the underworld queen taking their seats at the table.
And here’s the secret: Venus and Ishtar are one and the same goddess, the planet and the asteroid carrying her newest and oldest names, Inanna of Sumer who became Ishtar of Babylon who became the Venus of Rome, which means the queen of heaven herself holds two of the six seats.
Now recall the flicker of July 19, when the Moon at 4 Libra and Sauer at 4 Sagittarius closed the basket into a 6-pointed star for a few hours. Those two points where the star is completed fall in Gate 18: Correction and Gate 34: Power.
On August 12, Venus stands in Gate 18 and Ishtar enters Gate 34. The August star redraws the July star point for point, in the exact same gates… and look at who holds which seat. The Moon’s chair goes to Venus. Venus lights up Libra Gate 18, the Gate of Correction. Here, she is the one that sees what has been spoilt in relationship and repairs it. This gate is seated in the Spleen, the body’s oldest intelligence. Keywords for Venus here are healing, wholeness, and clearly seeing.
And Ishtar joins Sauer, the flight engineer, who is still sitting at 5 degrees Sagittarius when Ishtar walks in. So for a few weeks the symbol of a planned trajectory and the goddess who descended into the underworld to find her true power are sharing the same gate. Gate 34, the gate of raw Power, lighting up the Sacral center. Ishtar is the goddess who descended, was stripped of everything, hung on the hook, and came back up changed. She was no longer covered in garments of false authority, but sovereign in her true, unadulterated power. This is the energy she’s bringing to the conversation.
And Hestia, the hearth goddess (known as Vesta in Rome), spends this eclipse period conjunct Chiron in Taurus, the focal seed of the womb. They are squaring Pluto on one side and Mercury on the other. Hestia is the goddess who gave up her Olympian throne to tend to the fire. On eclipse day she sits down inside the wound of the whole configuration, in Gate 3, the gate of what struggles to grow, and she makes hard angles to the lord of the underworld and the messenger between worlds. She is under no obligation to harmonize. The keeper of the hearth interrupts the boardroom to tend the flame of the wounded healer ( note that this is happening on the exact day Thiel’s boardroom was set to convene in Ireland….!)
The goddesses do not crash the party in August, necessarily. They simply were never absent. Juno sat beside Hades through the whole July summit with the contract in her lap, the Moon flickered the star into being for a few hours on the 19th, and then on eclipse day Venus, Ishtar, and Hestia come to take their places in seats of Correction, Power, and Ordering to bring their embodied wisdom to the table.
The July basket is the old gods coming into harmony, out in the open at last. The August star is the goddesses of childbirth, value, descent, correction, and the hearth completing the circle around them.
Whatever civilization is relaunching, it will not be launched by the fathers alone.
The womb keeps quickening
Because the triangle of Uranus, Pluto, and Neptune holds through 2028, drifting slowly forward through the early and middle degrees of Gemini, Aquarius, and Aries, the fourth seat of the basket-womb keeps getting filled by different faster moving bodies. Every time an inner planet or luminary reaches exact opposition to Pluto from Leo, the vessel closes again (within orb, if not exact) and the womb quickens. I ran the ephemeris against Pluto’s actual drifting position, and here is the calendar of closings:
July 20, 2026 - Jupiter closes the vessel. The OG Barbault Basket itself.
July 27, 2026 - the Sun takes the seat one week later, the first solar closing of the era.
August 12, 2026 - Mercury closes the basket, exact to the degree on the morning of the eclipse, while goddess energy of Venus and Ishtar complete the 6-pointed star.
October 5, 2026 - Mars arrives to oppose Pluto, the first raw motor to close the vessel, and worth watching for that reason.
July 29 through August 5, 2027 - a full procession- definitely a week to watch! The Sun closes the vessel on July 29, Venus follows on August 1, and Mercury on August 5. Three closings in a single week.
July 27 and 29, 2028 - Mercury and then the Sun, two days apart.
September 12 and 15, 2028 - Venus and Mars cross the seat within three days of each other, the lovers closing the vessel nearly hand in hand as the triangle era winds down. By this point, Uranus is at 14 degrees of Gemini, so the outer planet triangle is moving apart, marking the end of the era.
Two things in that calendar are worth underlining. Venus never takes the Leo seat at all in the first year. Her 2026 contribution comes from Libra, the 5th star point, and her first turn in the Leo basket seat itself arrives August 1, 2027, then again beside Mars in September 2028.
And every single one of these closings, from Jupiter’s in July of this year to Mars’s in 2028, lands in Gate 31, the Gate of Influence. The seat never leaves the leadership gate. For three years, whoever closes the vessel does it through the voice that speaks for the collective. So the standing question of the era is the one Gate 31 always asks, which is whether the people being led did any choosing.
And Ishtar, once she steps into Gate 34 on eclipse morning, holds the Gate of Power through this September. However long her stay runs, the point stands strong. The seat of power that the engineer held all summer passes to the Venusian goddess of Earth and Sky walking behind him.
What Splendid really means remains to be seen. The circle, at least, will be whole, and the vessel is carrying something powerful.
Where all of this lands for you personally
I have been staring at these charts for months… because they have been staring back at me in a potent way.
Transiting Uranus in Gate 20 is sitting on my natal Chiron in Gemini. The Leo seat, Gate 31, holds both my rising sign and my design Venus. The Libra point is conjunct my natal Moon. And the Sagittarius seat that Sauer rockets through and Ishtar claims on eclipse day, Gate 34, is exactly where my natal Uranus and Jupiter live, which makes the August 12 eclipse/6 pointed star day the EXACT day of my Uranus opposition. Almosst every visiting seat in the star is furnished with something of mine.
The reason I share this is because this is how mundane astrology works. The collective weather always arrives through somebody’s window, and knowing which window is yours changes how you meet it.
A configuration this size is likely touching your chart somewhere important, through some degree, some gate, and some room of your life. For me, the whole womb bearing a new era is lighting up my natal energies. I’ll be reporting from the front lines!
If you’d like to know how this once-in-a-lifetime, world-changing astrology is lighting up your chart, book a reading and we will find your window into the convention of the gods & goddesses together. I’m offering them at half off my normal rate through July, and would be honored and so excited to dive into this powerful time’s astrology with you.
If this piece landed for you, share it with someone who has been seeing the July astro-headlines and wondering what might materialize! It’s still TBD, of course, but I hope this has given some additional context and things to ponder.
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Wow. Great assessment 👏 👍 I am interested in the hole in the bucket, since Chiron wasnt factored in. But in 2003, didnt he have time to factor it in?