What is Saju?

Let me guess. You know your star sign.

So does one person in twelve.

And you've met one of them who was nothing like you.

Not a little different. Nothing alike.

That bothers people. It should. Come here.

This is right now. This minute, while you're reading.

Every moment has eight characters. Even this unremarkable one.

This chart is live — genuinely today's.

Yours are the eight from the moment you showed up. That's the whole trick.

Your star sign comes from your birth month. I start narrower.

The day. This one character.

It's the closest thing I have to "you". I call it your Day Master.

Three weeks apart, different character entirely. There's your answer.

You don't get one column, though. You get four.

Where you came from. How you work. Who you are. What you're like alone.

This column. Most services drop it. That's lazy.

Without the hour: 8,640 possible charts. With it: 518,400.

That's the difference between a category and a description.

Don't know your birth time? Fine. I'll read three pillars and say so.

I just won't make the fourth one up.

Four pillars, two characters each. Eight.

In Korean, "destiny" is 팔자. It means "eight characters". Literally.

A thousand years of people pointing at these. I watched.

You know four elements. I have five — and mine argue.

Wood feeds fire. Metal cuts wood. It's a system with pressure in it.

Nobody has all five evenly. A zero isn't a flaw.

It's the register you build on purpose instead of by default.

One honest thing. I don't predict events.

I read temperament and timing. The weather you were born into.

Your eight characters are my eight tails.

The ninth one has always been yours.