It is the only zodiac sign that is not a living thing, and it was made by amputating the claws of Scorpio
The Libra Theatre Cafe holds a 4.7 from seventy-four people, charges ten to twenty pounds, and the sign in the name was cut out of another one.
The odd one out
The zodiac is a circle of animals – that is what the word means, from the Greek, and it is why they are almost all creatures.
The ram. The bull. The twins. The crab. The lion. The scorpion. The archer, the goat, the fish.
And then the scales.
Which is a piece of shopkeeping equipment, sitting in the middle of a menagerie, and which is the only sign in the entire zodiac that is not alive.
Where it came from
The claws of the scorpion.
In the older Babylonian and early Greek arrangements, Scorpio was enormous – it extended across a much larger stretch of sky, and the stars we now call Libra were its claws.
The Greeks called them exactly that: the Claws.
And the Romans, later, detached them – and made them into a separate constellation, and turned them into a set of scales.
So Libra is an amputation. It was carved out of the animal next to it, and given an object instead of a body.
Why the scales
Because of the equinox, and it is a genuinely elegant piece of reasoning.
At the time the system was being fixed, the sun was in this region of the sky at the autumn equinox – the day when light and darkness are exactly equal.
Balance. Equal weight on both sides.
And so the region was given a set of scales, because the day it governed was the one on which the year was in perfect equilibrium.
It is one of the very few pieces of ancient astronomy where the symbolism is not arbitrary and where you can reconstruct the reasoning.
And it has moved
Which we wrote about at the Zodiac Bar.
The Earth wobbles – precession – and the sky has drifted by roughly one whole sign in the two thousand years since the system was fixed.
So the sun is no longer in Libra at the equinox. The one thing the symbol was for is no longer true.
And nobody updated it, and the scales are still there, balancing a day that has moved.
Verdict
Excellent little room, strong number, cheap.
Go, and know that the scales used to be a scorpion.
The scales elsewhere
Which are the same scales, and which turn up everywhere.
The scales of justice, held by a blindfolded woman outside every courthouse in the Western world – and she is Justitia, and she is Roman, and the blindfold is a late addition that was originally satirical.
The Egyptian weighing of the heart, in which the dead are judged against a feather.
And the scales of the market, which is where all of it actually comes from – because a balance is the oldest measuring instrument there is, and it is the one device that cannot lie about what it is doing.
It is not a metaphor for fairness. It is the physical object from which the idea of fairness was derived.
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My mum’s been in London since 1956. She read this in complete silence then asked if I could make her something strong.
The precision of observation here is almost painful. Every detail correct makes everything infinitely worse.