A vivid echo of something I saw in a completely different context, commercial not spiritual:

The latter was easy to resist clicking on because it was on a sports site and wanted to help me get my voice heard, about, um, my football opinions, at a price.

But even though it was the wrong pitch to me, it still caught my eye. The moral of the story is that some part of me really craves for my murmurings to be embraced, or even just noticed.

It runs real deep. Why? I don’t know and I’m not sure it matters. It just is.

And according to the visionaries, this aching need is being heeded, by Jupiter

which

works