Before we begin, a quick ode to Saturn.

The great alighter follows solemn course

In distant orbit, treads along by force

It takes a while, revealing nature’s truth

In heavy time it weighs, forsooth

Phainon shows to every mortal

Justice pours from heaven’s portal.

Now, let us first cast aside any tyrannical notion of “rulership”. The image of the Water-Pourer bears resemblance and familiarity to Kronos, as does the Goat-Horned. Not literally of course, for Kronos is a star and an image is an image.

But Kronos, whose lumbering wandering occurs at the skirt of the visible, bears the weight of the invisible.

Stood against the shore of thalassic heaven, Kronos pours the waters of the beyond, harnessing the strange and foreign powers of the outer cosmos.

The urn that the youth carries holds alien secrets from the crystalline waters of the upper universe, irrigated to those amongst him: the Fishes, the two-natured Goat-Horned, the Field, the Horse, the Stag.

And Kronos makes those who come into the power of someone else, the adopter, the master of plots of Gaia’s land and other people’s property.

Kronos is cold and distant, and the Water-Pourer stands far, administering abyssal waters from above. At times harsh, mortals are not always ready for the downpour. But still the Water-Pourer tips the urn.

Those born under the watch of the Water-Pourer take on a character not unlike an image of Kronos. They are resolute, self-willed, holders of secrets, exposers of secrets, speakers of words pouring forth from often unknown and unknowable sources. They may be called deceitful or accusers, but they merely carry a vessel of water. They pour such water that they had scooped from necessity and others assume the water their own. Regardless of the truth of a conclusion, the secrecy of staunch necessity makes people wary of those born under this image.

The Water-Pourer is solid, stands firmly on two feet. The youth is human, bearing the social and mental capacity to match. And public as well, taking from the universal abyss and dumping the water in no hidden fashion. The Water-Pourer is somewhat damp, on account of the water flowing forth. He is single, he stands as one figure. He is mute and cold, base and servile. He is unchanging, staunch in his poise. All this, and more, the same as Kronos. For Kronos in his diurnal qualities is rigid and cold, damp as he channels the necessary justice of the cosmos, with intelligent judgement beyond our grasp. Kronos is slow and dull, therefore plodding unflinchingly but mutely.

The Water-Pourer, then, is familiar to Kronos. And so it was made at the birth of the universe, with Kronos steward over the image and lending likeness to it.